This brings back many many many memories of my fast-food years of working at Whataburger. Started working there at the end of my junior year in high school, worked all summer and earned enough to buy first car — a 1983 Nissan-Datsun Pulsar hatchback. It took us on a lot of adventures. In retrospect, it was worth the graveyard shifts and cleaning vomit out of urinals. I think I gained a lot of respect for my fellow service-industry colleagues. If everyone was forced to work fast-food for a period in their life, the world would be a much nicer place.