Waiting tables in my college women’s dining hall. Not only was I guaranteed to wall myself off forever from the trust fund babies (and potential upscale hiring connections), I also had to deal with the bulimia ladies who would barf right on their dinner plates.
After Mickey D’s, I delivered pizzas for Domino’s. That was before those warming envelopes, and I had a lit Sterno oven in the back of my Opel Kadett station wagon to keep the pizzas warm during the trip. Made more than a few deliveries to Scottish Rite and Kinsolving dorms at UT Austin - lots of rich b*tches looking down their noses at the “pizza boy”. And lousy tippers!