I have a scar off the top of my nail on my index finger on my right hand as the result of juggling knives in the kitchen of the A & W Drive-in when I was 16. Imagine a white apron and hat and one of these knives is really a large spatula that is sharpened on one edge to assist in scrapping a large grill. It was the spatula that got me. One didn't think of going for stitches those days if it stopped bleeding. I also smoked and did other things to destroy my health. Lived on burgers and fries and root beer. We had this song memorized and the three of us in the kitchen could sing it all the way through without missing a word. Not now I'm afraid.
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