DQ Days

I can remember the exact day I began the process of looking for my first real job. I was 16 and had just driven to my driver’s test. After passing and earning my license, my dad decided to drive us home using a quicker route than we took to get there. I may have been legally allowed to drive, but he wasn’t letting me loose on the highway just yet. On the way home, we stopped at a Dairy Queen, and I marched in and asked for a … CONTINUE READING

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