My first real paying job was at KFC. I worked late nights and would usually get to take chicken home with me. One night there were 3 barrels worth of chicken leftover and my boss said I could take it all. I brought those barrels into the house and my parent's jaws dropped. They called 2 sets of aunts and uncles at
nearly midnight and they came over to eat their fill of fresh original recipe KFC chicken.
My folks still talk about that night.
I worked at the local A&W as a teenager. Dad loved it when I worked the lat shift because I alsways came home with leftover, Papaburgers, Mamaburgers and Teenburgers. Their tacos came frozen and were dropped in the deep fat fryers . . . they were delicious!