Column: 400 words on the dump.
September 20, 2017
While I was attending the University of Wyoming, I was waiting tables to help pay for school and expenses, and it was getting really old.
While it certainly not the worst job I’ve had, my nerves were getting fried by people who were downright mean, would come in three minutes before closing, or would try to do everything they could to get a free meal. I get that a steak can be cooked wrong, but when you eat three-quarters of it before telling me it was medium instead of medium rare, than you are probably up to something.
I was looking through the local newspaper one morning when I saw a...