I remember fondly my first job. I was looking for a way to pay my rent, and literally walking door to door asking for work. One guy who owned a tavern decided to give me a chance. I had worked there for two weeks, one day, in frustration, (with my ignorance) my supervisor asked me " How old ARE you?". When I answered 16, she grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to the owners office. When she announced my age, the owner turned 'white as a sheet'. He quietly handed my pay, in cash, and escorted me to the parking lot. He told me never to put him on an application in the future, that is when he explained to me that I had to be 21 in our state to work in a bar! I had no idea I could cost him his license for doing my job! Ignorance is never bliss! He admired my work ethic though, and helped my get a job down the street with his friend who owned a restaurant. We were friends the rest of his life. I still miss him.