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My first job was working at a card shop, which wasn't bad, despite the fact that I ABHOR greeting cards - it was family-owned, so it was very tight-knit and laid back. However, I encountered a few unpleasantries during my employ there:
- Got robbed of a candy machine by a homeless man
- Had a man flop his dick out on the counter while paying for his cards
- Set a deaf girl's hair on fire
- Set the carpet on fire
- Got a very believable bomb threat from a cross-dressing schizophrenic (really, he was schizophrenic) in bike shorts named Juan
- Caught a guy jerking off into the gift bags, and had to clean it up
- Endured the Beanie Baby craze, during which a customer, irate over not getting one of the new releases, threw a flaming Beanie Baby-adorned brick through the plate glass window
But the pay was alright, and there was no dress code.
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