Country Club Snack Shack

Katelyn Mackey

Try working at a country club as the poolside snack-shack girl for the summer. My main customers were young, rambunctious boys with more attitude than a thirteen-year-old girl. They racked up 50 dollar charges of Roy Rogers and Laffy Taffy on a daily basis. As a service to the customers we would bring them their orders on the pool deck, whether they were four or 40. Needless to say, I treated kids like royalty that summer and got splashed countless times in return.

Best perk of all? Being on event staff for a birthday party and spinning cotton candy for three hours on a 90 degree day in July. By the end of the day I was covered from head to toe in sticky, pastel sugar. My favorite moment was when a dad came up to me and asked if I had looked in a mirror lately.

(Side note: My first day on the job I had no idea what a Roy Rogers was and accidently accused a little boy of trying to sway me into serving him an alcoholic beverage. Complete with an eye-roll and all the sass he could muster, he explained that it was merely a “cherry Coke, JEEZE!” Thanks to that little boy putting me in my place, I’ve brushed up on my non-alcoholic beverages since then.)