 She grabbed this plastic crate box and she looks at me and she says, you're double digits. You know, you're 10 years old. You can work now. And I was like, what? And so I get up on this box because I was still too little to reach the buttons of the register. And she proceeds to teach me how to basically sell gas. This was back when we didn't have credit card machines. So they would come up and say, hey, $5 on number five.