One of my first jobs was working selling perogies at the P.N.E.when I was 16.The bosses two sons worked with me and smoked hash all day.Suddenly, out of the blue, what do you know? Forty dollars is missing. They both noticed I had given the wrong change out to the tune of 40$ They smirked and said they were going to tell daddy. I knew I didn't have hope in hell so I just told them where to put it and quit on the spot. He was crazy about his creepy little sons. If they both saw me give the wrong change, I'm pretty sure they would have said so at the time. Blatant lie, they stole to buy more hash. I didn't even go back for my check and I worked my ass off for two weeks, 12 hrs. A day. Point is, live and learn. Some folks are rotten. Sometimes quitting is a beautiful thing too. Movin on can be sweet. They should count their blessings I was so young and sweet at the time. They might both be a nut short today😁😂