I quit school at 17 and within a year regretted it. I got a job at a fast food restaurant and worked there for a year and a half. Then I started to have financial problems. They paid minimum wage and in the time I worked there I got a ten cent raise. It was like pulling teeth to get them just to give me enough hours to live off of. Then real estate prices went crazy and my landlord doubled rent. Oil prices went up so my electric bill and heat almost doubled. I had no benefits with my job. Then they changed the meal policy. We used to get free meals but then they made us pay for our meals full price and we were not permitted to bring food to work and it was ludicrously expensive. So. I did the only thing I could think of. I robbed the place. I was stupid. I got caught of course. They all recognized me despite my pathetic disguise. I had a lousy lawyer so I did ten years in prison. When I got out I moved far away to another state. Now it is many years later, I'm in my fifties and recently got laid off from my factory job. So, desperate for a job I applied everywhere and guess what, the place I worked at and robbed many years ago hired me! Now I work there doing basically the same job. The menu and procedures have updated but it's the same job. They don't know. The restaurant has exchanged hands several times in all those years and the last person I knew there left or retired or died many years ago. The most senior employee there was hired twenty years after I robbed the place. They don't keep records very long and even though they supposedly did a background check it didn't come up that I robbed the place. Nobody knows. I find it ironic and a little amusing. What I also find interesting is that because of my robbing the place they changed some security procedures. They still follow those same security procedures. I had to sit through the training that included my new boss explaining those procedures and why, due to a robbery decades ago at that very restaurant that the security procedure was in place. I didn't have the heart to tell him I was responsible.