joshbudde

I grew up in Michigan before good fireworks were legal here and an insurance/car rental place a couple of towns over sold illegal fireworks out of the back. It was awesome—you pulled up and asked the insurance lady to ‘see the good stuff’ and they’d take you around back to a garage and there was lines of neatly packaged fireworks to buy. My dad bought so many great bottle rockets and mortar shells there over the years.

I've been told that our hospital doesn't report Amish children with terrible wood stove burns because the Amish would stop bringing their kids for treatment and they'd very likely die or be left horribly maimed for life. God forbid they update their wood stoves to a modern (ie one created in the last several hundred years) with a protective shroud around it.

Nope, but we had a maintenance guy (Olly) that'd make us sausage gravy on the weekends when it was slow. For some reason we had a frying pan in the equipment racks, he'd cook up some breakfast sausage, chop it up, mix it with a little water and flour, then toss in a few packets of pepper..bam sausage gravy. We'd pour that over some fresh (unoiled) biscuits and have a little breakfast.

McDonalds was kind of shitty, but I really didn't mind working there. There was a policy for everything and the place ran really smooth, and I can't imagine a better place to meet weirdos. The customers were really the shittiest part-I was working close one night and I was out sweeping the parking lot and some girls pulled up in a car and started chatting. Next thing I know they threw a handful of pennies in my face and took off laughing.

When I used to work close at McDonalds in high school we would sometimes deep fry the pies still...it was super against the rules so we'd only do it right before we shut down for the night.

They were still delicious.

When I worked at McDonalds in high school the store manager told me the cup cost more than the soda (water+syrup+refrigeration+carbonation).