Dairy Queen makes its way into a country song quite often. Why? Because it’s part of working class life in a small town.
It’s one of those places in Central America that we all love, and is usually run by the town’s high schoolers. It was no different for me, since I worked at DQ in high school. It was sort of the “cool” place to work if you could find a way in. Once inside, however, it took on a life of its own, leading to fearing and hating things that most people enjoy.
Here are 10 signs you worked at Dairy Queen in high school…
Little League teams scare you.
Nothing, I mean nothing, was worse than seeing 45 mini devils parade through the door after a little league game. To make matters worse, they didn’t order all the cones. Some got blizzards, others got triple dip bullshit that resulted in the cone breaking off in the dip cans. They jumped and crawled on the counters like a miniature version of the Living Dead. They were messy, staring at you and pretending to own you.
Brownie batter has a different meaning for you.
No, this isn’t a bucket of tar to fix the highway — this is brownie batter. Fancy breaking 25 spoons? brownie batter.
Nothing was worse than the word “extra” when it came to a blizzard.
“Give me a medium blizzard with Oreos and extra Reese’s Pieces.” If you write down the order, you know the thing is going to explode in your hand when you mix it up. The urge to turn and shoot the customer in the head was real.
Age was great.
When you started you did floors and all that nasty stuff. Towards the end you just walked around a lot and always pretended you forgot something while everyone else cleaned up underneath you.
Old people often complain about ice cream.
There wasn’t enough of it or too much of it. The cake had too little fudge, the bag was too small. Old people were serious about ice cream and you learned how to make them happy.
Her sense of time was impeccable within 10 minutes of closing.
Any sign of a spotlight scared you to death. Would this asshole really come in and order if we close in 5 minutes? You had tricks to make it look like the shop was closed, keep driving boy.
The best things weren’t on the menu.
you created you were an artist You made things for yourself that were better than what was on the menu. My strawberry cheesecake parfait still comes out on top.
Large crowds disturb you.
If Dairy Queen showed up on a Friday night, you might as well stick a DJ in and load up a cover. It seemed like every person in town found their way to your lobby at some point. Nothing was worse than standing in line at the door, running out of ice cream from the machine, getting monster orders, and having to help new employees. You’ve toyed with the idea of going out more than once.
You probably worked with friends.
The best thing about DQ was the fact that you probably worked with friends. You wouldn’t have survived without her. You found ways to have a good time (we played wiffle ball outside) and messed with new co-workers. At the same time, you hate the sight of a red and blue polo shirt.
You never turned around.
Turn around the blizzard? shhh
https://www.whiskeyriff.com/2023/01/11/this-is-exactly-what-working-at-dairy-queen-was-like-as-a-high-schooler/ That’s what it was like working at Dairy Queen as a high school student