The last day of summer camp was Awards Day. The people in charge had decided that all the campers, even the especially bratty ones who repeated everything you said for hours at a time, were deserving of special recognition. With nearly 200 campers, we had to get creative, which is why some kid went home to her bemused parents and showed them her award for Best Rendition of “Fergalicious” Sung While Dancing on a Picnic Table.
In that same spirit, here are my completely meaningless awards for the 2013 season.
“What was your first job in a restaurant?” I asked.
“I was a hostess,” she answered. “I was 17. I didn’t even apply for the job.”
Our waiter placed the appetizer, fried stuffed squash blossoms, in front of us.
“Bon appetit,” he said in an accent that sounded authentically French.
My first job in food service was as a dishwasher at a deli-cafe-catering company. It was the summer of my junior year in high school.