Shelly Hansen Tingey
Well, Happy 50th Birthday to Shelly. So happy to have you finally join the rest of us 50 year olds!
The first time I met Shelly was in a parking lot at the stake center and we were all getting ready to load a bus for youth conference. I had just moved into the Parleys Stake and was really nervous about starting as a sophomore at Highland High. Shelly and Kathryn Kump were so cute and funny and we became friends instantly. I was so excited to start school after that youth conference.
Shelly and I have had many great times together but one of the most memorable times was our stint together as prep cooks at Kentucky Fried Chicken in sugarhouse. For some reason all of our friends got hired on as take out girls, or waitresses and hostesses in the restaurant and take out side of KFC. But, Shelly and I got stuck in the back as prep cooks. I had this idea that if I was the best prep cook in the world that I would advance through the ranks of the KFC world and make it out of the kitchen to a more visible position. I think Shelly had these same thoughts too. When the manager came back one day and we asked him if this was true. He said, “Oh, no. You guys are the best prep cooks I’ve ever had. I would never move you out of the back”. We were so baffled. He also said “and…..if the two of you work really hard then one day you could be a manager of a KFC too, just like me”.
I think that sealed the deal right then and there for me and Shelly. We knew we had to QUIT. As I remember, Shelly’s family was headed to Lake Powell and so she needed to quit and I decided to look for another place to work. We had always been told that if we ever ate the strawberries that we used to for the strawberry pies that we would have to pay .25 cents per strawberry. I remember on our last day of work that we each ate a handful of strawberries right in front of the manager. He about had a heart attack.
The chicken boys were always trying to get me and Shelly locked in the big freezer with them too so it made our shift very exciting. I remember that we had to lift big huge, hot pans of fried chicken and hot rolls onto this high, high, cart above our heads and we were always burning our cleavage area because the trays would fall back onto our chests. We spent a lot of time slipping on cole slaw sauce and getting yelled out for going to put hot rolls into the serving bins with our bloody, chicken, aprons on. But, we had good times laughing and it took months to finally not smell like grease.
Oh, by the way, Crystal actually went on a date with one of the “chicken boys” because he saw her drop a pan of chicken onto the floor and put it back on the pan. He told her he would tell the manager, if she didn’t go out with him. So she did! He was “Asian chicken boy”.
Anyway, I love my shell bell. We have traded clothes, gone cliff jumping together, chased boys, cruised the skyline area, cried at basketball games together, spied on boys, and much much more. Shelly has always been a shining example to me of a beautiful daughter of our heavenly father’s and I am proud to call her my friend.
Love,
Shauna
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