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 worked in a corner deli in 1976 as my first job. This was a tide me over job whilst awaiting to start an apprenticeship at the local copper mine. One of my duties was to polish the fruit and vegetables for display in the window.
