When I worked at Minute Man, I think I was the youngest worker.
I was very naive.
Most of the other guys were there a long time, because I realized, many were uneducated, and this was their career.
Our supervisor was an overweight sourpuss. He would sit at the cash register, and stare at everybody. Just a Fat- Ass ball buster.
He had eye's like a Hawk.
Boy, could he spot a streak in a window. He would open the office door, and shout, that window isn't clean.
Nobody, liked him.
A few of the black workers, had a nickname for him. "Bull" This guy lived 60 miles away, and Never took a day off.
One day work started, and he was Not there.
I asked Tibbs, where the Bull was? He told me the Bull had to go to the Hospital, and have an operation, on his Ah-ss.
We laughed, the whole day, after that.
AH-SS