"THANKS FOR CALLING CANADIAN 241 PIZZA, HOW MAY I HELP YOU?" was what I'd say, and pizzas are what I'd make. That's because my first job was a small, mostly family-run joint called Canadian 241 Pizza. I got the job a month before my fifteenth birthday, and quite honestly, it was quite a shock to me that I was hired. My manager, the late-twenty-
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