So....the summer between our freshman and sophomore years in college (her Cornell, me community college) Kathleen and I went to work at Busch Gardens, Williamsburg in the oh-so-authentic German Festhaus.
It was the summer we pooled our earnings, storing it all in a coffee can on the kitchen counter, just like grown-ups.
It was the summer, I left my boyfriend behind, and wound up having sex with an older man, (he was 21) on the bow of a tugboat. Yes, a tugboat. Not a yacht. Not a cabin cruiser. Such was my life. I'm not a fancy girl.
But enough about me. This post is about Kathleen. It was the summer, that bad girl went crazy and finally bucked authority.
You see, to pour beer at the "German" Festhaus, we had to wear uniforms. Little green skorts(yes, skorts)with white tops and suspenders. A little white shower type cap on our heads, and light brown socks, pulled up to our knees.
Cool as I was, I did what any self respecting 19 year old would have done. I pulled those socks down. Casual. No knee sock crap for me. But Kathleen was afraid. She wore her socks regulation.
Maybe it was all the beer we drank during every shift(Michelob Dark looks deceptively like Coca-Cola if served over ice in a coke cup), or maybe it was just my pure bad influence, but halfway through summer, Kathleen loosened up, and those socks came down!
Until.
I got the supervisor (a big authority because he was a junior in college instead of sophomores like us) to take Kathleen out into the center of the Festhaus and reprimand her. He not only did my bidding, but knocked it out of the park, by adding that the president of Busch Gardens himself ("Cal" somebody?) was going to be coming by to talk to her about her attire, specifically her socks.
I almost peed my pants, standing behind the beer line, watching her face drop, and watching her pull those socks up. In fact, I think I did pee, just a little. But it was worth it.
And that's my goody two socks story.
Now seriously....wouldn't you want to buy a house from someone like that?
*The closest I ever came to backpacking through Europe.
13 comments:
Oh, Michelle. Thanks for the socks story. What a great way to start my day--laughing out loud.
Apparently I was so traumatized by the incident (or just drunk?) that I barely remember that little escapade. Although I remember quite a few about you that are way more interesting. Are you SURE you want to go down this road? You've always been a pain in my ass!
So... Michelle The Tugboat Belle ...did she ever get you back?
Reminds me of the summer I worked at Sea World. I remember my "crazy, bad" friend at the park decided to play a Jimmy Buffett CD instead of the rainforest CD we were supposed to play. Things didn't go well when the song Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw came on in front of little kids. :-)
Tugboats are known for romance, aren't they?
Hey Anon,
Don't knock the tugboat until you try it. It was docked. Night time. A million stars.
But we're not talking about tugboats. We're talking about socks!!!
Socks people! Focus.
Serves you right!
To think....just yesterday she loved me to bits.
You did what! Anything else you want to come clean on? I always thought that you only hooked up with that Alf-loving freak?
Hey, tugboats,the back of a pick-up,even that damn train that runs around the park....anything would be an improvement for me right now!
I'm jealous.
Rob,
Two words: C__Papa
Two more: S__Reger
We were on a Break!!!!!!!
Nevermind....Alf-lover's lover.
Nevermind is right Mr.
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