When in high school, I worked weekends and Summer vacation bussing tables at the local Denny's. Toward the end of my senior year I said something about learning to be a cook, and two cooks starting teaching me tricks of the trade. Must have gone through several dozen eggs before I could flip them (in a pan, not with a spatula on a grill) over easy without breaking the yolk. When I graduated I became the sole swing shift cook, but soloed the graveyard shift occasionally. That November, a letter requesting my December appearance at the Oakland induction center, for a pre-we're-going-to-draft-you physical and my subsequent February Air Force enlistment ended my cooking career. Still enjoy cooking, but my dishes are not very imaginative.
Those few months were fun stuff, for an 18 year old kid, and I learned two things: how to cook, and working with women can be beyond exasperating.
Dorms weren't coed, back when I was a freshman. Started a couple of years later. I lived in apartment, after my freshman year................ I couldn't survive on cafeteria food. Coffee wasn't even drinkable. BTW, freshmen were required to live in dorms!
