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My first real job was at a local steakhouse. I stared out as a busboy, moved to a lunch line cook and eventually to a lead dinner cook.
No real horror stories involving customer, but did have the owner of the business blow is brains out in his office upstairs.
Other than that there were the waitresses who were more than happy to get me drinks (well before I turned 21) and to partake in sexual encounters.
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