Ain't That A Kick In The Head

We boasted the largest salad bar in town. Sixteen items. One was lettuce, four were dressings. After high school I embarked upon my working career by holding a number of low-paying, dead-end jobs.  I cooked at Pizza Hut and The Golden Corral. I worked at the town's hospital.  I sold burial insurance door-to-door. And I stapled together sofa frames at a company called Lloyd Manufacturing. Lloyd's sold furniture to the economically and taste challenged residents of Southside Virginia and Northern North Carolina. The factory was contained in a large corrugated metal building with a cement floor and no air conditioning.  The wood went in one side and colonial-style sofas, chairs, and love seats emerged out of the other. I was 19 years old at the time and had neither the experience or skill set that would otherwise qualify me to work there. I was hired just because I was friends with the manager's son. Very similar to this.  The plant had four departments...