When I graduated high school, I made up my mind that no force on earth was going to make me sit through four more years of academic instruction. Instead, I started working at a restaurant in the local mall at Panera Breads. For various reasons, I probably should have just gone on to college; I was, however, stuck working at the restaurant till the start of the next school year. It was a very difficult job to do, for one reason. I came in my first day, with no prior training, and they put me on the sandwich line making soups and salads at 11:00 on a Friday morning. At my particular branch of Panera, the customers usually started come in around 11:30--they would line up, sometimes clear out the front door, and would stay this
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