My first job was at a Hardee’s when I was sixteen.

In 1984. (I’m 52 years old now.)

Minimum wage was $3.35.

That’s $5.06 in today dollars.

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For me it was gas money ($1.13/gallon) and admission to a movie on the weekend ($3.55).

I worked nights when I didn’t have band practice and weekends.

/2
I remember standing behind the register calculating how many movies I could see based on how many hours I worked.

At that time, I wasn’t to worried about money (that would come soon, when I went away to college).

But it was hard work.

/3
I was 89 pounds soaking wet and I had to lift, carry, clean, and move things half my weight.

And customers were...typical.

Trucker drivers in their 40s thought it was ok to flirt with a 16 year old girl, harried mom’s thought they could scream at me, teenagers were rude.

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But it was the 30 year old dad, working full time that I felt bad for.

Probably not as much then, but once I had to pay bills, immediately I thought of him.

/5
One day he sliced the top knuckle of his thumb off in the roast beef slicer.

Sliced off the top knuckle of his thumb.

I remember we looked for it (!!!) and were grossed out. Teenagers.

He came back to work the next day. He had to.

He had bills to pay.

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Anyway, he was a human being with dignity and responsibilities and he should have been paid a living wage.

You should be willing to pay $1.00 more for your roast beef & cheese so guys like him can be paid a living wage.

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(Ugh the typos)
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