Mine was at a Mexican grocery store in Chicago, in the summer of 1993 when I was 15. It was owned by a couple who were really nice people from what I still remember, and they made me enjoy working there.
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I was like 10 and delivering the local paper every Wednesday. After being bitten by two dogs (separate occasions) I decided to retire. Hazards of the job I suppose
