When I was in high school, my friends and I all had those typical jobs that sixteen year olds have – fast food, retail. Yep, that about covers it. Those two hired a lot of goofball, unqualified kids because we were cheap. Little did they know. While I was folding jeans over and over and over at The Gap, my friends were making sub sandwiches, working the town drive throughs and rocking really ugly brown polyester uniforms at Taco Bell. Several of my good pals worked the local Dairy Queen – jackpot! I’d order small fries and get a heaping tray full served with a big grin. A simple ice cream cone? It was always bigger than my head. Sometimes I got both, without asking. (How did these owners ever make any money?) Ah, those were the days!
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