Watching a TV show about great eating places reminds me of the jobs I had as a teenager. I worked Sunday afternoons at Jigg's BBQ in Hertford, NC as a curb hop. There was also dine in but most folks pulled up and ordered from the car. I'd take their order, bring it out and make change from my leather cash purse on my belt, actually counting back the change.
On Saturdays I'd work as a soda jerk at Harmon's Pharmacy grilling cheese and ham sandwiches. We had to actually fill the soda machines with syrup from gallon jugs. The carbonization came from tanks in the back. There were a few customers that always ordered special cokes - rather than coke from the machines we pumped syrup from the containers and then put the carbonization in. I actually liked them too but they were really really syrupy.
Jiggs cooked up some good BBQ and people would drive in from Virginia just to eat and order his fried cornbread.
That was back then when a smoke was a smoke and people said groovy.
On Saturdays I'd work as a soda jerk at Harmon's Pharmacy grilling cheese and ham sandwiches. We had to actually fill the soda machines with syrup from gallon jugs. The carbonization came from tanks in the back. There were a few customers that always ordered special cokes - rather than coke from the machines we pumped syrup from the containers and then put the carbonization in. I actually liked them too but they were really really syrupy.
Jiggs cooked up some good BBQ and people would drive in from Virginia just to eat and order his fried cornbread.
That was back then when a smoke was a smoke and people said groovy.
