Here Comes The Judge
by Donald Boyd
The “Original Traylor’s Hamburger”
I started my life in the work force when I was 10 years old at Traylor’s Café. I washed dishes, swept floors, cooked hamburgers and ran the cash register. I was paid 30 cents an hour and anything I wanted for lunch. This is where I began my life working with the public and my mentors were Arthur and Irene Traylor. Art Traylor was a strict but fair boss and taught me the importance of treating the public in a way that would keep them coming back day after day. Mr. Traylor would never sale a hamburger that did not meet his high standard. I remember one day Mr. Traylor tossed a pan full of hamburgers into the trash because he thought they were too brown. Mr. Traylor would never fix hamburgers before they were ordered because he wanted them fresh and hot.
I got the nick name Shorty because I was not tall enough to reach the hamburger buns which were kept on top of the refrigerator and now I am 6’1” and 235lbs. One day, a year or two back I was walking down town with a couple of my grandchildren and someone called me Shorty and of course I had to explain the story to my grandchildren and we had a big laugh.
I will never forget the lessons I learned working with the public and how it affected my life in the work place. I love working with the public and meeting and greeting different people.
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