My first job, sold popcorn, sodas, etc when I was 11 years old....lied about my age, sposed to be 12. Great life lessons in those years there, big dorky white guy working with all kinds of teens, grown men, old men, most had just been paroled. I was stuck once selling hot dogs, carrying around a metal box with a sterno can keeping those dogs warm. I hated it, heavy and hot, up and down those stairs. One old black man knew I was struggling, not selling many. He said, “lemme show ya how to sell them dogs.” I reluctantly let him strap that box on that held my hot dogs and therefore, all my money. He started sliding down the aisle, all smooth and suave. He yelled out, A loaf of bread, a pound of meat, and all da mustard you can eat, HOT DOGS!!!” He sold 5-10 real quick and when he got back up the stairs, he just smiled and said, “dats how ya do it boy!” Somehow it never sounded the same coming out of my white bread self.
What a wonderful story. Thanks for sharing it. :)