I was once locked in a walk-in freezer.
It was when I worked on the deli counter in Spar, the second job I’d ever had. The first was at the golf club down the road from my parents’ house, where I served food and tried to avoid the groping hands of senior golfers whose hefty membership fee seemed to give them the impression that they were entitled to con…
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