When I was eighteen, I worked in a convenience store not overly far from my home to help pay my way through college. The Supervisor was an “old fart” (and I mean really old) who always had problems keeping staff and getting individuals to actually work.  Basically, I had the run of the store and performed many of his tasks out of necessity. Usually, they were mundane jobs around the store.  Except for one day when my job description was put to the test. It was near the end of my shift when this attractive lady came in as I was mopping the floors. ...