When I was 17 years old I had a job working at a place called the Pita pit. One day it was just me and the owner working. I was making the sandwiches and he was working the register. There was a line out the door, I was struggling to keep up. I messed up one of the sandwiches and after wrapping it in it's foil and handing it to the owner he saw the mistake. and threw the sandwich back at me hitting me in the chest saying "are you stupid?"

I made one more sandwich, and instead of writing the name on the tinfoil of the sandwich I wrote "have fun!" handed it to the owner, took off my apron and put it on the counter., and walked out the back door to my car. He followed me out there begging and pleading for me to stay, apologizing the whole time. I never turned back to look at him, just got in my car and drove off. I felt incredibly free that day.