My first real job at Baskin Robbins scooping ice cream when I was 15.
The best part was that one of our co-workers (who was about 17 at the time) had a very large chest. Baskin Robbins made us wear company polo shirts when we were working and they'd provide clean ones everyday in the backroom for everyone to choose from. So when we knew this girl was about to come in and start her shift, we'd go in the back and hide all the larger sized shirts forcing her to wear a small, tight one.
And all the free ice cream you could eat, take home, and give to friends and random girls when they came in was a nice bonus too.