Pickles: Friend or Foe?
Well, I will say friend, at least to me. I like eating pickles of all different kinds. Bread and Butter, Dill, and Sweet are all good in my opinion. Heres an odd little story of why pickles were my friend once.
I was either 15 or 16 and was working at this church camp I used to go to. I worked there for two summers and liked it alot even though I am no way near religious and consider myself now to be agnostic. One thing though I must say is that church camp is a naughty place to send your kids. Alot of firsts happened there. Figure that out on your own.
Well, back to the story. What I did while working there was work for the food services part of it. I would help prepare the meals for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. We also worked the counters at night and sold food like pizza and stuff like a pizza shop would. All the counter workers were kids about my age and each night we were told one item to sell and whoever sold the most would win credit towards whatever we wanted from the restaraunt.
I remember I didn't win once the whole week so at the end of the week I decided I was gonna win damn it. The item chosen were a pickle in a bag. I loved it and so I became the greatest pickle in a bag salesman of all time. I harassed everyone to buy one and I harassed them hard. I got most of the kids to buy one but the adults were a harder sale. So near the end of the night when business had settled down I grabbed the box of bagged pickles and left the building. I ran around and sold the rest of them to people I knew, adults and kids, who I saw standing around the camp grounds.
The whole night I didn't pay attention to how many the other kids had sold but I didn't need to. At the end of the night I blew them all out of the water. I sold the most by a ton and wish I could remember the amounts right now. Anyway I was happy with that and got my measly prize but that wasn't what it was all about. I was proud to be the person who had sold the most pickles in a bag because what an odd thing to be the champion of.
One last note. While I worked there I wanted to know what nouget was that is in candy bars. I promised 2 Mars bars to whoever could tell me. Well a couple weeks went by and I had all but forgot about it when this one fat lady came up to the window with the recipe printed out on paper from her computer. I was amazed and amused someone actually was dedicated and found out. And not to be mean but it was funny that it was this really large woman. Well I gave her the candy bars and she was on her way.
Oh, you want to know what is in nougat, too bad. She got a prize for telling me, what would I get for telling you.
I was either 15 or 16 and was working at this church camp I used to go to. I worked there for two summers and liked it alot even though I am no way near religious and consider myself now to be agnostic. One thing though I must say is that church camp is a naughty place to send your kids. Alot of firsts happened there. Figure that out on your own.
Well, back to the story. What I did while working there was work for the food services part of it. I would help prepare the meals for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. We also worked the counters at night and sold food like pizza and stuff like a pizza shop would. All the counter workers were kids about my age and each night we were told one item to sell and whoever sold the most would win credit towards whatever we wanted from the restaraunt.
I remember I didn't win once the whole week so at the end of the week I decided I was gonna win damn it. The item chosen were a pickle in a bag. I loved it and so I became the greatest pickle in a bag salesman of all time. I harassed everyone to buy one and I harassed them hard. I got most of the kids to buy one but the adults were a harder sale. So near the end of the night when business had settled down I grabbed the box of bagged pickles and left the building. I ran around and sold the rest of them to people I knew, adults and kids, who I saw standing around the camp grounds.
The whole night I didn't pay attention to how many the other kids had sold but I didn't need to. At the end of the night I blew them all out of the water. I sold the most by a ton and wish I could remember the amounts right now. Anyway I was happy with that and got my measly prize but that wasn't what it was all about. I was proud to be the person who had sold the most pickles in a bag because what an odd thing to be the champion of.
One last note. While I worked there I wanted to know what nouget was that is in candy bars. I promised 2 Mars bars to whoever could tell me. Well a couple weeks went by and I had all but forgot about it when this one fat lady came up to the window with the recipe printed out on paper from her computer. I was amazed and amused someone actually was dedicated and found out. And not to be mean but it was funny that it was this really large woman. Well I gave her the candy bars and she was on her way.
Oh, you want to know what is in nougat, too bad. She got a prize for telling me, what would I get for telling you.
posted by The White Falcon at 11:43 PM
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