Friday Fish Fry. Every Friday. My job was to come home from Happy Hour half-buzzed and make the tartar sauce for our cook, Anna. I had to mix mayo from an industrial-sized plastic jar with pickle relish. I don't remember how this became my regular job, but she counted on me every Friday, so I was always careful not to drink too much before I went back to the house. She was a nice lady.
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