I'm sure you dont' remember me, but I remember you. I remember working the floor at the top of the old port, and standing right up close behind you as you tried to put your order into the register and trying to get you to mess up.
I can even remember one time trying to distract you from your task by reaching around in front of you and completely unbuttoning your dress to the waist, all the while you smiled and fulfilled your duty at the register flawlessly.
What would that get me in 2004? Arrested? Fired? Back then it was just part of the fun.
That was the summer of 1981, and I was back at Horsefeathers for just the summer before returning to Iowa to finish school.
