When Fru and I moved back from Montana and I needed a job, I applied to be a cook at The Original Pancake House.
I got the job.
When I showed up for the job, I filled out some paperwork, stood around the kitchen where a woman was using a huge mixer. I said something to her; got a curt response. Then the manager came and took me out front and showed me how they bussed tables.
I worked my shift.
The next day I called their office and said I quit. They asked why and I said I was supposed to be a cook.
I found a landscaping job.
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