By twenty seven I was still toiling away in the service industry, waiting tables while playing catch up on my bachelor’s degree. The money was pretty decent and the people I worked with were cool for the most part all of which made it easy enough to forget that most of my coworkers were barely out of their teens.
I don’t mean to sound condescending. It’s just that the age differential sort of cancels out the biggest unspoken perk of working within the chain restaurant industry: a steady supply of available pussy. Don’t get me wrong a lot of the waitresses still hit on me despite jokingly referring to me as the ‘grandpa’ of the place. It was meant in a playful way though not so subtly underscored yet another reason why I needed to get my life together.