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Originally Posted by SXSMITH
I walked up to the counter to checkout with my diet Coke. Smiled and told the Hispanic lady behind the counter that I used to work in that very spot 32 years ago. There was a pause and with a very serious face she said, "I don't think they are hiring."
After all the places I've been in those years and things I've accomplished from those humble beginnings, I don't recall ever laughing that hard.
Took my Coke and got in the TT and went on to the other landmarks in my life but will never forget the laugh.
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Nice.
It's real creepy, in some ways, to "go home".
When my Mom got the cancer that would (take two months to) kill her, we closed our business in SS, rented the house out, and moved back to MD to be there. I got a job - it was easier to work than to stay at the house and wait...
The barbershop where I got my hair cut in the 50s is still there, and is run by the kids and grandkids of the same Greek guy that cut my hair.
I guess there's comfort available there, but I got out of MD when I was 20, and have never wanted to return.
Well, except for the Blue Crabs.
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