When I was much much younger 1962:
I worked as an automatic transmission rebuilder at a place called Kings Transmission. Across the street was a store front which had been converted to a lunch room with little expense put forth on ambiance. An old woman named Alice ran it. What you got for lunch was whatever she decided to prepare that day. Too cool! I loved that place. One day my boss and I got into a test of wills. I told him to go fuck himself. He proved he was the boss and fired me. The union didn’t intervene, cause I didn’t ask. I didn’t have lunch across the street anymore.