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Yes. The first ‘real’ job I got when I turned 16, was a part-time job in the gift-wrapping department of a large department store (similar to Macy’s). Being the youngest person hired, I worked evenings till closing 2 days a week, plus 8 hours each on Saturday and Sunday until closing.Once the store has closed, you have 20 minutes to count out the cash register, prepare the money envelope, clean up the department and get yourself up to the top level to the finance office to drop off the envelope. The finance staff were waiting for each department staff to show up and check off the deposit, before they could leave for the night.One Saturday night, as it was nearing closing time, a middle-aged woman showed up with an over-sized comforter and asked me for a box. This comforter was way too big to fit in even the largest of the store gift boxes, so I called the guys in the back stockroom to see if they had anything that would be suitable. They said, “no, sorry.”When I apologized to the woman for not being able to provide a box, she became indignant and angry and told me she was going to find a store manager. It was now closing time, so I started cleaning up and counting out the register.With a smug look on her face, she returned with one of the executives. He asked me to get her a box for her purchase, and I explained to him that we do not have anything available that the King-sized, extra-fluffy, comforter would fit in. He looked around, then went back to the stockroom and looked around, and lo and behold, came back empty-handed.Who would have thought that being an executive doesn’t make a box magically materialize?

The principal agency is the Alcohol and Tobacco Tax and Trade Bureau (TTB). But you'll also need a check-off (primarily registration) with the Food & Drug Administration (FDA) and Customs & Border Protection Agency (CBP). Be prepared to spend some money on permits, taxes, and bonds.How to import alcohol into the U.S. - Flexport

Okay, here are my two examples. Both were during the ‘90s.First time: I started dating this woman. She was smart, funny, good-looking and had a good career. I was really getting into her. One night we were having one of those long phone conversations. Then, she brought up the subject of gay people (I think her boss was gay). I asked if he was a nice guy, did she get along with him, etc. Her voice suddenly got hard as she said: “Who cares? I hate gay people.” I said how that was a bit harsh and for all she knows some of her friends may be gay. Her response was:“Doesn’t matter. I think they should all be rounded up and dropped on an island to die.”After a moment of jaw-dropping silence, I finally explained that I had a gay family member and several college friends who were gay. Then said:“Those gay people are way more important to me than you. So, I don’t think this is gonna work. Hope you have a nice life. Good luck at the office. And I don’t ever want to speak to you again. Goodbye.”She did call a few times to apologize. But there’s some hate one just can’t overlook.The other time: My father introduced me to a woman who worked in his department. She checked off all the right boxes, and we started dating. After several months of enjoyable times we had an argument. Two days of silence later she came over to my apartment. We both agreed it was a stupid argument and let’s just move on. Then, for some inexplicable reason, she says:“You know, if I really wanted to piss you off I could’ve just slept with your father.”During the moments of stunned silence I remembered talking to my 60 year old father about her, and specifically asking why he didn’t go out with her. His response was:“What? Why would I do that? She’s around your age! Look son, I only date women who’ve gone through menopause. I’m not even risking having any more babies. Hey, my children are grown, my dog is dead, and I’m happy living by myself. So I’m not going through all that again.”When the silent moment passed, I started laughing. This caused her to declare how hot she was and could seduce my father anytime. I laughed louder, then finally said: “Go ahead. Good luck!”Even knowing what he said, just the idea of her using my father to get me jealous was enough to flip that switch off.There were a few others that didn’t end great. Until my wise mother asked me: “If all the women you date are crazy, maybe the problem is not the women.”