My very first job was at McDonalds. My best friends neighbor owned about 16 of the stores and for years he begged us to work for him when we turned 16. That was the last thing we wanted to do was to work at MickeyD's
My dad pressured me to work(only for the Summer) when I came of age and resisted as long as I could. It turns out I was the fastest burger flipper on that side of I-45 LOL. We were all under 22(I was 16) years old who worked there except the manager, he was 35 and became our basketball buddy on days off. We used to abuse the old man on the courts
We had fun with lots of laughs and stories from naked chicks in the drive-thru to wahooing beer with co-workers when we got off. But, when the rush came, we did our job well.
Anyways, about 8 months later we got a new manager and he did not like me much, probably because I was a young punk who liked to goof around. One Sunday morning, he yells at me from the front to come around and fill these guys ice chests with ice for them because they are going to the beach. No biggie, as I turned around the corner of the grill I notice the worst image possible..........it was my High School baseball team! No one outside of a few friends knew we worked there, kept it an embarrassing secret. Long story short, I handed my cap and apron to the new manager and said "have fun, I am out"
They never saw me working there