Oh to be 17 again…
If I could go back in time… I’d go back to when I was 17 years old. When I think back on my life… that was the time I felt the most free. The world was my oyster! Much like now, I accepted adventure with open arms and I was fearless! At 17, these adventures needed funding. I had been working since I was 15, but I needed to step it up. I needed pocket cash. Enter Denny’s.
The Denny’s was a symbol of my high school years. It was the place to hang out after football games and dances. It was where I first heard of a “dine and dash”. (Although I never had the guts to ever do that!) It was where I drank endless pots of coffee late into the night- giggling over Moons Over My Hammy and chowing on hash browns. I’d work there. It would be epic.
Summertime. I took on the coffee counter in the smoking section. I hated working the smoking section, but at least I could breathe a little easier at the coffee counter. I did well there. Friendly and quick to smile, I started acquiring regular customers. Mostly, older men. Truckers that were reminded of their granddaughter back home. And there were guys from the motorcycle repair school. Handsome guys. And there was one in particular. Let’s call him, Ethan.
Ethan sat down at my coffee counter one morning and I thought I was looking Val Kilmer square in the face. You know, 1986 Val Kilmer. Before he aged and all. Iceman, himself, was sitting at my coffee counter. Be cool, Kelly. Be cool. It was like magic. Our own little Denny’s coffee counter magic. Conversation was easy and smiles were plentiful. And oh… that accent! Australia. He could put another shrimp on my barbie any day!
Ethan came in everyday and asked me out everyday. But he was 20 and my parents knew better. Despite constantly turning him down… Ethan still came to see me at work, bringing me flowers and leaving me sweet notes. I think he enjoyed the chase. Don’t all boys? And then… one day… he told me he was leaving. He was done with school and was moving back home. Apparently, our motorcycle school is very prestigious. And. That was it.
I’ve never really forgotten about Ethan. It was an exciting time in my life. And every time we eat at Denny’s… I look at the coffee counter and I reminisce. Why did I tell you all of this? Because I’ve been chosen to be a Denny’s Blog Ambassador! Denny’s holds such a special place in my heart, despite being left pocket change as a tip after all the football games.
If you haven’t heard… Denny’s is revamping their menus, even the kids menus. I’m really excited by this, because, as you know, my Allison has Type 1 Diabetes. Eating out isn’t always easy, but a fun and healthier kids menu helps us out tremendously! I can’t wait to share with you what I’ve learned over the next 6 months as a Denny’s Ambassador. We’ve got some amazing content planned… from recipes to fun and games to a possible casual, local meet up at my old stomping grounds!
I would love to hear a story from your first job… Share one with me? Please?