I have a Big Boy story. My sister was a waitress there in 1978. I had just gotten my driver's license and borrowed the family station wagon, a 1973 Silver GM something. On the way home, I was fiddling with the radio station and plowed into the back of another car which was stopped to make a left. I sent that car on it's way and totaled my mother's car. My sister, the waitress at Big Boys, literally had to SLAP my face to get me to stop screaming "Mom's gonna kill me." It worked and she said something like, " Shut up and get out of the car". That's it. The end.
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I have a Big Boy story. My sister was a waitress there in 1978. I had just gotten my driver's license and borrowed the family station wagon, a 1973 Silver GM something. On the way home, I was fiddling with the radio station and plowed into the back of another car which was stopped to make a left. I sent that car on it's way and totaled my mother's car. My sister, the waitress at Big Boys, literally had to SLAP my face to get me to stop screaming "Mom's gonna kill me." It worked and she said something like, " Shut up and get out of the car". That's it. The end.
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