Our “Tacklebox” just had some daddy issues,
She was very sweet, great with customers, great with the crew, and was a whiz with our POS, plus she recognized quickly if I was getting aggravated with a FOH person, and she would handle these “aggravations” professionally for me before they took me over the edge. (it’s hard to run a restaurant from the line)
She even got a tattoo of a little pink pig on her wrist (we do BBQ, so lots of pig themed stuff here) then she got a Tacklebox tattoo’ed on her ankle. If called her by her given name, she didn’t like it. She preferred to be referred to as tacklebox.
I prefer that my location by a bit on the raucous side, a place to have fun and get great food so she was a great fit here and I hope to have her back come summertime
The best description of here;
Imagine the latest spokesperson for wendys (the red haired girl in all their commercials) and that is tacklebox, but with dark purple hair, she sounds the same, same facial expressions, everything.
When she decided to start chumming around with some motorcycle club acquaintances of mine, she got a little look into that world, and I think it straightened her out a bit. The piercings have been disappearing a little at a time.