1990, close enough. Nah, you're delusional. Nobody made 3 dollars an hour except mexicans. The korean guy next door owned a cheese steak place paid me 5 dollars under the table on the weekend to take orders over the phone and ring people up. Even living at home as a kid, it wasn't really worthwhile, which is why I eventually I stopped going to both jobs. A fella could make more money going to parties and cleaning out liquor cabinets when everyone passed out. One summer I found a garbage bag full of goodies buried in the woods after a party, made WAY more money than both of those jobs put together. 3 dollahs. The fuck would I do with that? lol