The post is a story which I have never told to anyone. It's really embarrassing and completely ridiculous, but what else would you expect of a 15 year old working her first over-the-counter paying job (babysitting, shoveling sidewalks, etc don't count).
That photo below is a shot of my dad's "Wall of Shame" at his office. The newspaper clip is a puff piece from the South Philly Review about cool summer treats, and the photos are of me and my sister on South street, after having received a free water ice from my friend Carrie, who was working at Rita's at the time.
Look how short my hair is. Ugh, never again.