Uganda or Detroit? Hmmm…

When I was in college a century ago, I spent the summers working to earn money to pay my tuition and living expenses for the coming year.

I spent a few years as a “Dee Dolly” taking hamburger orders for $1.90 an hour. I mastered the skill of suggestive selling, as in “Would you like fries with that burger?” or “Could I make that apple pie à la mode?”

I developed superior suggestive selling skills.

I also worked the graveyard shift at a cherry plant. I sat at a conveyor belt in my lovely hygienic hair net and picked out the random cherry stems or pits before the cherries were dumped into their cans.

I even tried working in a sewing plant. My job was to sew tiny pieces of facing– one piece after another about a zillion times a day. It made me so dizzy I literally ran into the ladies’ room to vomit three days in a row.

Finally, my mom said, “You’re not cut out for that kind of monotonous job. Why make yourself so miserable every day?”

Done. I quit immediately.

Let me show you what Annie is doing this summer: