Boss makes me do slave labor, doesn't pay, gives me a $50 gift card.

So I make him pay.

Here's what happened.

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I grew up in a small town in the south.

Summer jobs were hard to come by, unless you wanted to drive an hour away to the city.

We had a few mechanics, some gas stations, a general store, and a church on every block.

There were a lot of farms around that would hire high school kids, but summers in the

south are hot and humid.

The holy grail was an indoor job with air conditioning.

The summer before my senior year, I thought that my buddies and I, let's call them Fred

and Ben, had landed an awesome job at the general store.

The owner, who I'll call D-Face, needed three people to unload the trucks and stock

shelves in the morning.

We had to report for work at 5am, but it was only three days a week and we were done

by 10.

We had the rest of the day to lay around and fish.

Now there were some red flags that I, being young, did not recognize at the time.

The fact that D-Face wrote IOU slips at the end of every week instead of checks was a huge

one.

He promised to pay us in full at the end of the month.

We were kind of peeved that we wouldn't have the money to spend, but it was an easy job

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