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Ice cream

My father underhandedly got me my first job at a little mom-and-pop ice cream store. I was 15 and he just happened to be talking to the owner about his very responsible son who was looking for a job (which was news to me). I was hired, paid in cash, and then discovered that the owner was a pretty unsavory guy, though I dutifully worked for him while gaining significant weight. But the best part was the name: Yota's Yogurt.