tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958990354598975042.post2367550936924650732..comments2024-03-29T04:18:50.465-07:00Comments on Round Seventeen: Crap builds characterRich Siegelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863451214232651917noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958990354598975042.post-63841866482971319712013-02-26T15:47:51.857-08:002013-02-26T15:47:51.857-08:00I ran the salad and all-you-can-eat shrimp bar at ...I ran the salad and all-you-can-eat shrimp bar at Beefstake Charlie's in 1980. My regulars included several very large people who gorged on shrimp. I could hear them panting behind me as I carried out another bowl filled with ice and shrimp. Each wanted to be the first to get his or her tongs into that bowl of (mostly) ice and pink shrimp.<br /><br />One night the manager sweated more than normal. I asked one of the cooks what's up. He said we're expecting a visit from the district manager. I shrugged my shoulders and he replied with the bent nose gesture, which gave Beefstake Charlie's two taglines (<i>We Won't Stop Giving Until You say, 'Uncle!'</i> and <i>You're Gonna Get Spoiled</i>) a second meaning. <br /><br />The district manager never showed up that night, and no one got hung up in the meat locker for breaking some infraction. But I wouldn't eat any all-you-can-eat shrimp if I were you.Robert Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13340505791016931848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958990354598975042.post-89222846413822419632013-02-26T12:50:24.100-08:002013-02-26T12:50:24.100-08:00I'll take the tar smell over the am/pm mini ma...I'll take the tar smell over the am/pm mini mart stench. Especially the microwaved egg sandwiches. Sulfur subs.<br /><br /><br />Bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958990354598975042.post-20675186879359060372013-02-26T10:33:53.673-08:002013-02-26T10:33:53.673-08:00No forklifts, but I used to write TV for am/pm min...No forklifts, but I used to write TV for am/pm mini mart in Los Angeles. I can still smell it.Jeffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13307986487573583915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958990354598975042.post-57876529521406797622013-02-26T07:58:53.653-08:002013-02-26T07:58:53.653-08:00No forklifts, but I used to tar roofs. In Los Ange...No forklifts, but I used to tar roofs. In Los Angeles. In 100 degree weather. I can still smell it.<br /><br />Bobnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958990354598975042.post-79557193041191362142013-02-26T06:42:10.384-08:002013-02-26T06:42:10.384-08:00Rich, I was never as blue-collar as you. My three ...Rich, I was never as blue-collar as you. My three main pre-advertising jobs were, <br /><br />1. A shingle-stripped for two Italian brothers who ran an aluminum siding business. <br />2. A game-room-attendant/bouncer at an amusement park.<br />3. A cashier (on the night shift) in a liquor store on Rush Street in the North Side of Chicago.<br /><br />I learned a lot in these jobs. I left them smarter than I started them. What's more, I made money and paid my way.<br /><br />There's something to be said for that.george tannenbaumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10974259094860905139noreply@blogger.com