So my first job when I was 16ish or 17 was at an Atlanta Bread Company. If you don’t know what that is, think Panera Bread-type-situations, with a different color scheme.
I started working there close to the 1st of April, and on my first night there, the manager let me take home whatever I wanted from the bakery, since we tossed it every night anyhow unless a group came through for donations.
A few days after I started, I got a call from my sisters on my flip phone…
And Kimmy, the younger of the two started talking.
“Hey! Someone from your job called. They said you were fired. Something about you taking something???”
At this point I started freaking out, because I was under the serious impression that at the tender age of 16 or so, that I had be unceremoniously fired, and not only that, they had called my house and relayed the message to my sisters to let me know.
“Oh my god. OH MY GOD!”
My mother heard all of this going on, and was starting to freak out herself, thinking that someone at the home had been murdered, according to my reaction, when my sister said it.