My first official employer when I was 16 (had an under the table job before that) was in a Chinese restaurant. No gross stuff with the food, it was actually remarkably clean, but they had a crushed ice machine at the bar, and when we were waiting for the last customers to leave, we (the busboys) would fill two pitchers with crushed ice, and go outside and have a snowball fight.
Having a snowball fight here in Florida takes some improvisation.
