A friend of mine worked the cafeteria counter at Woolworth’s while going to college. He was BSing with some guys making a delivery, and the driver asked him what his major was. I think it was library science with a minor in philosophy, or maybe it was philosophy, at that point. The driver called out to the guy unloading the truck with a dolly, and said “Tell him What degree you have. “ Dude said “Master’s in philosophy. “
When I was in school, I would take any job to pay expenses.
The worst was cleaning out the Upper Division dorms at the end of the school year. You cannot imagine...
One day my buddy and I were up to our elbows in a particularly nasty garbage closet, and he turns to me and says, “We must go out tonight to celebrate, because I just got my PhD in Paleontology!”
That’s a great great story. Thanks.