“Hold the pickles, Hold the lettuce, Special orders don’t upset us,
All we ask is you let us, Serve it your way.”
Our uniforms reminded me of ketchup and mustard. After riding the city bus to Miami Beach to my first paying job, I’d pasted on a smile, greeted customers, took their burger and drink orders and handled the cash register.
“Running in Heels: A Memoir of Grit and Grace” page 101
#TBT – Yeah, I did that.
Reflections From the Heart 
