Roy Rogers Reunion {Cosmo Cricket}

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Roy Rogers Reunion {Cosmo Cricket}

Recently, my husband and I got together with people we worked at Roy Rogers 25 years ago. (That's where I met my husband–he was my boss!)That got me to reminiscing. You probably can't read the journaling, so here it is: How is it possible that we are in our forties? I hadn't seen these people in almost 25 years, yet cliche as it sounds, it seems like it was just yesterday that we were all together in high school, working nights and weekends at Roy Rogers. I guess it's refreshing, really, how sitting there with all these people, I almost felt 17 again. Twenty-five years is such a long time, yet it was so easy and comfortable reacquainting myself with these old friends. We met at Chevy's, just a short walk away from the where the old Roy Rogers used to be. We sat there for hours catching up and reminiscing. Remembering good times and funny anecdotes that should've faded from our memories but were still fresh and vivid. Marie even brought the shirt from her old uniform that her mom had saved all these years. Gosh, how I remember wearing that uniform–short bandana print skirt and a white blouse that pulled down our shoulders. And that security guard who used to sit over by the shake machine so he could watch us bend over to hand drive-thru customers their orders. “Howdy Pardner, can I take your order?” and “That'll be $3.87. Please round it up at the window.” How many times did I say that? All those weird late-night customers we'd get. The guy who kept ordering rare hamburgers that weren't rare enough until Dave Myers put a raw patty on a bun. “Shake-and-Smoke,” the Indian guy who used to sit there for hours drinking his coffee, chain-smoking, and doing obscene things by shaking his crossed legs. Or that man in drag who used to order through the drive-thru–how it startled us when a woman pulled up to get the food that a man's voice had ordered through the speaker. We had so much fun those nights, laughing and making fun of customers. Except for the cleaning up part. I used to gag when I had to condense the ketchup and barbecue sauce bottles. You could always tell when they were going bad because there'd be all these bubbles. Cleaning the shake machine was an awful and tedious job, too. And cleaning those small refrigerators was just gross–mayonnaise always leaked from the coleslaw containers onto the brown plastic trays. And later, after Farzad and I were dating, we'd sneak kisses when I went back to get something from the walk-in refrigerator. I remember how he introduced me to condiment cup sandwiches. Man, were those delicious! That lettuce, pickle, tomato, and onion on a buttered, toasted kaiser roll with mayonnaise and salt. We'd have those every night after closing. Yeah, it's been two and a half decades since my Roy Rogers days. I hadn't thought about those memories in a long, long time. I almost passed on the reunion when Andrea called me, but I'm so glad that I didn't. Materials: Patterned papers and die cuts by Cosmo Cricket (I didn't think I'd ever be able to use this Cosmo Cricket paper with the cowboys, but I thought it was perfect here). Heidi Swapp chipboard letters. Scrapworks rub-on letters. Card Connection metal embellishment. Times New Roman font. Colorbox ink. Stitched on my sewing machine. TFL! ~Debbi T