We paid for our drinks and then the man at the till (who owned the place) said, "So, you want a job here?"
"What do you pay?" asked Ben.
"No pay," he replied.
"Is that legal?" I asked.
"Well, there's no pay, but, on the other hand, I will let you take whatever you like out of the drink fridge: Coke, Dr. Pepper, you name it. But not too much though, only a few."
"Well, I don't know..." I started to say.
"C'mon, it's only a six hour day!"
"We'll think about it," said Ben.
"Well, let me know tomorrow."
Ben and I left the shop and, by that point, had done all the thinking we needed to do about that job offer.