One month and counting

The year was 1974, Sue was a graduating senior and I was a freshman in High School, Sue was working at a German restuarant in Los Altos and called one late afternoon to ask if I wanted a job. Not having formally worked before (other than the lawn mowing, car washing jobs) I accepted, Sue picked me up in her wonderful mustard yellow Capri and off to work we went. My new job kept me behind the kitchen counter and away from the customers (good thing too), but it did allow me the opportunity to hone my impersonation skills (dying cats, the 3 Stooges, various cartoon characters) all while trying to keep things "light" at work. One evening, the menu called for fresh fish, fresh Trout to be exact. Well, in a humorous fashion, I removed one of the fish heads, placed in between two pie tins, one with a hole in the bottom of it where I stuck my finger inside the fish head to make it move, and walked out front to see Sue who was working up front as the hostess. I stood off to the side where the customers could not see me and proceeded to open the pie tins with my speaking fish head saying "Shut the door it's cold", "Oh, I'm sorry", "Zalright". Well the remainder of the night was spent watching Sue try to seat people without busting out in laughter, one of many zany activities at the restaurant. Everytime I see pie tins, I think back to the restaurant and the look on Sue's face.