In dress clothes.
It was like being knighted by a store manager. (I'm sure there are scores of others who feel like royalty as they roam from table to table with two pots of coffee -- "Hast thou regular or decaf?!")
Anyway, I left my scarecrow-colored polyester uniform at home and drove down for my last shift.
The only catch was that if someone knew it was your last day, they would dump a bucket of ice water over your head.
Not only that, but college orientation was the next day, so I had to book it three hundred miles that night. There would be no time for this knight to dry off. He would have to ride in wet dress clothes.
Luckily I was a skilled liar, so when the manager approached me to ask if this was indeed my last day, I replied, "Oh, no, that's tomorrow."
It worked.
And I never saw them again, ever. Because now it's a liquor store.
