Having been kicked out of my Dairy King interview, I turned to my last option: The local liquor store… that’s literally what it’s called.

Opening the door, I’m greeted by lots of different alcohols… locked in cages. I look to the old man at the cash register.

“Sir, why is the alcohol locked in cages?”

“Heh, boy, this is a booze store, like hell, I’m going to let my alcohol out in the open with a bunch wobbling drunkards coming and going!”

“...anyways, I’m here for the part-time job application?”

“Yeah, how old are you?”

“15”

“A little young, but it’s only part-time so it’s fine.”

“Do you need a resume?”

“It’s sweeping the floor, what the hell are you talking about?”

“Indeed.”

“What?”

“Nothing sir.”

“If you wanna work here, you can start this Friday at 5 P.M, and you can continue Saturday same time. That okay with you?”

“Yeah sure, no problems”

“Okay, you can go now. I’ll settle the pay later”

“Okay. See you Friday.”