Working at Denny’s means reporting to work for an 11pm to 7am graveyard shift just as Live Aid in Philly at JFK stadium lets out, and knowing that all the people flooding out of Philly will go to your Denny’s and swamp you for 8 hours, steamrollering you flat with sheer numbers until you cry for your mommy.

It was truly a night of hell. What sucks even worse is that I got a speeding ticket coming to work that night from State College, PA, trying to get back to Philly in time to get slaughtered by the aforementioned Live Aid customers. Definitely a strong candidate for the nadir of my restaurant career (but not the winner, believe it or not).