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Sold a guy some shoes for a walking holiday. The poor bastard came back a fortnight or so later, complaining that I'd given him the wrong size to the ones he'd tried on, effectively ruining his holiday. I was sacked a few weeks after that, for general incompetence, rather than for a specific wrong-doing. I was only 16 at the time and thought my entire life would be a failure after that. As it turns out I was right. It's amazing how much you know at 16.
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