Which Reminds Me

Since when does my first job as a cashier at a Publix supermarket one summer matter at all in the long run? So I bagged groceries and made change and punched myself in and out at the time clock just like everybody else. At the end of the summer one of the managers said that I could come back later if I wanted to, but I never wanted to go back there. I don't even remember those people's names, much less anything about them. Perhaps sick Rachel would remember their names, but whatever. I certainly don't. Where is it written in the law that I must pay off the Bail-R-Us supermarket family before I can get on with my life? I didn't do anything wrong. Goodbye.