Danville--the unnamed bus-boy

I can only remember being in the Danville Franklin's a handful of times.

It's a Friendly restaurant now, and it was located just down the road a ways from the Route 81 exit, and just a ways before you arrive at the intersection of Route 11 where the high school sits.

In this picture we have the unnamed bus-boy from, in all likelihood, the late seventies or early eighties.

I love pictures such as these, the pictures that show the grunts at work. You know, the unheralded grunts that worked for minimum wage and constantly had overbearing assholes such as myself climbing up their backs most of the time.

At my store--Kidder Street, Wilkes-Barre--they got next to no respect. In fact, the short-order cooks called them "dish pigs."

Mark