I was a clown back then and immature/spoilt as fuck (I'm an only child) so always felt entitled. I realise now how much of a fuck up that was and how bad it could have gone.
I had a summer job leading people on quads and Odyssey's through, up, and over sand dunes. The owner was a former drill sargeant and couldn’t get it out of his blood, so I ghosted the job. Didn't even care about the last paycheck.