When I was 15 I worked at Dunkin Donuts.  40 hours or so a week, had a close relationship with the owner because he liked having someone there during the baking hours to talk sports with all night.  It was a good job about 100 yards from my house.  I showed up to work one day (at 2am, keep in mind) and there was a giant hairy Greek guy baking.  Dude yelled at me for going through the back door, then when I told him I worked there he said "not anymore you ---smurfing--- loser, I own this place now, get the ---fudgesicle--- out".  I had been at work the day before and was given no indication of the place being sold.  That was weird.  Never heard from the prior owner again and I had to have my uncle the attorney contact the new owner to get my last paycheck.