back at the grocery store on a Thursday evening, I recall being “in charge” of closing the store with my other high school counterpart. Yes, small towns.
After we locked the store – and I did not have the key, I suppose “Perry” did as he was a year older than I – I would balance the register and load the cash in a deposit bag. And then, yes. I would walk halfway down the block to the bank’s overnight deposit bin and place the money there, unaccompanied at 17 years of age. Never once did I worry for my safety though, rather proud that I could be trusted with this primo job.
Small towns and simpler days. Oh – and lots of crazy memories!
I love your stories. I can relate so well, because I was at the other end of the block at the other grocery store doing some of the same things. I never was in charge of the money. We had a twentysomething guy in charge of that who I thought was so grown up and responsible. Oh, the memories.