This is how we do things in the country

The Blue Parrot was and probably still is owned and operated by the Collacci family in Louisville, Colorado.  The Parrot at the corner of Spruce and Main wasn't the Collacci's family only restaurant.  In a genius stroke of marketing strategy they opened up another Italian restaurant under a different name less than a mile north up Main St.  Thereby, somehow, becoming their own competition.  The only other thing I knew about The Collacci family was that they hired under age kids to wash their dishes and if you learn dishes you can become a busser.  And bussers make tips.  My two buddies Paul and Kevin were hired as dishwashers and had been promoted to bussers promptly.  They delighted me with their tales of shift meals, talking to older girls, walking with 7-10 dollars a night and go in on a 12 pack later.  So I was hired and immediately put to work.  I distinctly remembered five of the first six hours of my shift were spent standing up against a three compartment dish sink doing absolutely nothing until someone told me that the actual dish machine where all the plates and shit were was actually around the corner and that I should promptly get the fuck to work. Once while holding this position I was kicked in the balls.  Completely out the blue by a brutish looking girl who was in the grade above me but came from a family full of adopted kids and had a sister in my grade who was a totally scorching hot  babe who and happened to be working on the line right in front us.  As she saw the whole thing happen she would also contend that it came completely out of nowhere.  I decided to fall over immediately and try to preserve any remaining dignity.
Later, I was promoted to busser where I quickly learned the Sat/Sun morning busser shifts were the best shifts of them all. The shifts were longer and slower and there was no dishwasher until after lunch. Which meant I still did a large portion of dishes.  It was on these shifts that I learned how to look busy enough and not necessarily work much harder.  I found several large of chunks of time to hide off and read comics or do nothing at all.  In the basement, back dock, dish pit or plain sight. Plus there was pancakes.
I was eventually let go because it was discovered that they weren't allowed to hire 15 year olds.  Even though my other buddy Aaron who worked there was younger than me and managed to not get axed.  It wasn't more than a week later that the place caught fire and there were massive lay offs while they remodeled.
I went back maybe 20 years later and I recognized a server that worked those Sat/Sun morning shifts.  She did not recognize me.