The summer I spent working at the crushed ice stall was conflicting.
The pay sucked, but I was glad I was getting anything.
My boss was stupid, but my co-workers were pretty cool.
Except for one thing.
See, there was this girl who would pass by every day, roughly the same time, in rollerblades.
Hey, it was the 90s, ok?
Anyway, Paul noticed how I stared, and pushed me again and again to make a move.
So eventually I stepped out to say hi.
I was fired for staying out there to help her after I caused her to crash.
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