Dad sits on the couch next to you and smiles and says, "Well you're all set up son, you start working tomorrow at 9am at the Kiddy Towne store in the Galleria! The ladies there will love you!"
"Kiddy Towne? You mean the place with all the kids clothes and stuff?"
"Yup! You remember, I got you an application? My partner's wife is the manager there, and I put in a good word for you. Most shifts she says you'll be the only guy in the store - they needs somebody strong to carry stuff out to shoppers' cars, help set up displays, and 'show a little muscle' if some bozo wanders in - you can do all that."
"Hmmm..." you say. This is not quite what you'd imagined doing for the summer.
"She says they've hired a couple of girls from your class too, so there'll be someone there you know. And I hear that they bring in baked goods everyday..."
"Well, sure," you reply, thinking that, it's only for a summer.
Dad drops you off the next morning at 8:50 am. You ring the buzzer at the side door and the person who answers it is....
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