Memories…. Ahh, to be 19 again. Ummmm, No thanks….
I was 19 years old, dating and living witha 21-year-old man. He was a musician and we were renting a room from his band mate. We had lived there for about three months and we paid him our portion of the rent and electric. One night our electric was shut off and our roommate was nowhere to be found. The next day an evection notice was put on the door. We found out that the bandmate/friend had skipped town and that neither electric nor rent had been paid for our entire stay.
I needed a new job so that we would have money to get our own apartment. There it was in the Classifieds….. Hotdog Girl. It was pretty good pay for back then $10 per hour, plus tips. I just knew I would make a killing in tips selling hotdogs…. here I am on my way to the interview for the hotdog selling job….. knowing I already had the job! So confident. I’m driving, and then I see it, the hotdog cart! I see the girl selling hotdogs that I have the interview with. And then I see it… Right next to it is a giant sign made out of old plywood….spray painted boldly…… PEEP 👀 SHOW $10
Yikes! It was right in front of a run down dirty strip club in an industrial area. I was horrified & must have forgotten that I was driving. Not paying any attention whatsoever, I turned towards the parking lot not even realizing that there was oncoming traffic. I drove straight into another car. I didn’t have my seatbelt on. It wasn’t mandatory back then. I almost flew through the windshield. I hit my head pretty hard. The man whose car I crashed into was furious. He was pacing back-and-forth and could not look at me or talk to me. I told him “sorry”. Possibly ten times.
I walked up to the hotdog girl and said “Hi, I’m here for the job.” and then I laughed pretty hard. She laughed too. This was before cell phones so I had to go into the rundown strip club and call 911 from the managers office. I remember being afraid to touch anything in that building .
The police officer showed up on a motorcycle he asked for my information and quickly realized I was only 19 years old and applying for a hotdog job in a bad neighborhood….. in front of a strip club. He pulled me aside and told me that this was not a good job for me…. He told me he would come back and check to see if I was working here, and if so, he was going to call my dad. ( I was still under my dad’s insurance so his name and phone number were listed). I promised him I wouldn’t. I was traumatized.
My car was too wrecked to drive so I had to wait for the boyfriend of the hotdog girl to take me home. To this day, I think that story is still kept from my dad.