I worked in a clothing store when I was 14. It was owned by my dad's acquaintance and I think they pretended I was 16. I was supposed to be selling fairly expensive suits to men and I had no idea what I was doing. They'd turn up and ask: "I don't know what size I am but can you get me a suit my size?". I'd give them three suits of wildly varying sizes and just pray that one of them fits. It sucked. I never worked in a clothing store ever again.