Last night my wife and I worked seven hours at food and beverage concession stands to make money for our daughter’s high school band expenses. My wife was a “runner,” assembling and handing off items to the cashiers at one of the main food concessions while I was a cashier/runner at the smaller pizza concession.
For a college instructor and career counseling professional and a software engineer used to being around nerds of the Nth degree, this work has been an incredible experience for both of us. It’s been character building, to say the least. We sold a lot of food and beverages, I had to inform a couple folks that they’d had enough beer for one night as they struggled to stay upright, and I got to hear the “Free Bird” guitar duet through my window, albeit with 70% bass and 30% treble because of the angle and distance to the stage.
Here’s the crummy-phone pic of what the pizza concession looks like from the front (partner manning the left window).
And here’s the the view from the inside.
