I served my first Highland Park High School lunch shift of the semester yesterday. My favorite moment was when a young lady approached the counter during a lull and asked for a single cheeseburger with fries. I patted the single cheeseburger with fries that was right in front of her and said, “That’s what this is right here.” With a smile and a shrug, she responded, “Sorry. I’m a freshman.”
She wasn’t the only ninth-grader still getting the hang of things. One kid asked if he would be charged extra if he put lettuce on his burger. Another asked if I knew how much time was left until he had to be in his next class. The answer was “No” to both questions.
My least-favorite moment was when Chief Knucklehead made a return appearance, trotting out that age-old question, “Is this chicken fresh?” My answer: “It’s as fresh as it’s gonna get, pal.”