Jethro and Larry were drinking with some friends at a party one night where one of the friends was extremely drunk to the point that his words would not come out right. For some unremembered reason he was trying to say “money” but it came out “mon-yon.”
The guys decided to go with it. Whenever a car pulled up, Larry or Jethro would yell, Get the Mon-Yon, Miss Anne. That was my cue to have a ticket ready and get the money. It helped differentiate from the cars that had reserved tags or pre-paid.
Eleven days working as a parking lot ticket seller for the Florida Strawberry Festival from 8 in the morning until 9 at night taught me several things.
* Spanish people have a sense of humor that I can understand. They’d pull up in their car, I’d say five dollars, please. They’d look at me with big grins and say, oh, four dollar? Their children in the backseat would be saying No, Papa, No! I’d then say No Cuatro; Cinco! And when they heard me speak Spanish (simple as it was) their eyes would light up, they’d laugh and then hand over the $5 parking fee.
* I can be out in the elements all day, breathing dust from a continuous flow of cars, sweating bullets or putting on extra layers because of the “bipolar” Florida weather, dealing with all manner of people from dawn to way past dusk, yelling at, laughing with and commiserating with my fellow workers and still be alert and smiling…..at least for 11 days!
* People love going to the Strawberry Festival. They love the foot-long cheese on a stick, fried chicken on a stick, strawberries dipped in chocolate on a stick. And, of course, the strawberry shortcake and giant turkey drumsticks. For many, it has become a yearly tradition.
I am so, so happy that job is over, blessed to have had the opportunity to push my limits and grateful for the memories.
Ever Grateful ~ Annie