Sunday, October 23, 2005

Nude!-Nude!-Nude! (pt.1)


This Blog is all about transparency, if nothing else. We do not dodge the sometimes unseemly past or disconcerting realities of life. On that note, I will not deny that I worked at a certain fast food franchise in my senior year of High School. I will not deny that I still have friends in my circle who, likewise, once worked at this infamous drive-thru, popularly identified by its' clown head motif. I will not 'out' these people, but you know who you are Dennis, Tony, Marcel, and Jim!


It was an oddly fun place to work for the duration and a great training ground for anyone anticipating a career in the no-budget, quick- turnaround environs of TV production. We "raced" iced cubes on the grill; thrilled to the cacophony of spattering hot shortening; sent to dizzying heights tossing slices of cheese to the ceiling (where they stuck in a most viscerally satisfying way); marveled at the NUDE people who would drive through during wild Saturday night shifts; learned about various cultures from co-workers with exotic names like "Shaukat" and "Prakong". In short, it was the best time that could be had while stinking of grease.


original photos: Jim DeRosa

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Gear!

Joey Polanski said...

She fake make a milkshake!

paul said...

It took me a while to figure out that the “lady” was actually a mannequin...or WAS “she?”

Geritopia said...

Joey, you belong here. I don't know why but you do. Maybe you can take over when I get sick of it. ...
and hats off to the regular devoted readers too (all three), of course!

thnx,

management

Anonymous said...

Hey Baby,

Is this were the "LIVE NUDES" are performing tonight for "ADULTS ONLY"? Oh, wait a second......(I'm reading past the provocative headline).......Okay, now I understand your plight.......

Dear Jack (one of many),

It's not your fault....it's time you let it go. When you worked there....there was at least some sort of "Standard for Goofiness." I mean, look what has happened to you Man. Once you lived with dignity in your "very own box." But look what the evil greedy "Market Strategists" have done to you. They have smeared your image into some sort of "Generic Icon" that must meet the standards of the "Clown Union." I understand not wanting to get sued by those bastards....but come on.

I mean, what has your "Jack-in-the-Box" image mutated into now? It looks like you've been run over by a Mac-Truck and then taken to some remote island in the South Pacific only to have a H-Bomb drop on your face!

When you try to look like everyone.....you only end-up looking like no one. And only no one can relate to that....you dig?

Anyways, think of all the starving families you helped feed with your free bags of grease that you gave unselfishly to the Working Class on their way out the door after a nightmare shift.

I only pray that those that have lived entirely on your "Diet of Grease" have not turned out like the lab rats who were tested eating that same gunk and who have mutated into those Hideous Creatures that haunt the sewers of many a metropolis to this very day.......

Yours Truly,
Smooky Broomstick
Esquire at Large

P.S. I still fantasize when I'm really bored as to what ingredients went into the famous "Secret Sauce." Another, nostalgic Americana mythology of "the Dream" that was destroyed and lost along the way by those who had no vision other than filling their bloated bellies like sarcophaguses with way too many Extra Cheese Burgers..........

Anonymous said...

Did you ever have a cat eat some string, but leave the last bit of it hanging out of its mouth-which you then pulled to find that about thirty feet of string came out?

Geritopia said...

Uh yeah, of course. Every day, man. That speaks for the parallels between cats and Yogis. Only the Yogis use terry cloth and pull it out through the other end.