“This happened a long time ago but it still makes my jaw drop every time I think about it.
Around 1994 or so, I was slaving away in a fast food place. Hardly glamorous, but it was a job. On one particular day we had two people call in sick. And *nobody else* would come in, so we had to work the lunch crowd with a whopping four people. It was pure hell, but somehow we made it.
After the lunch crowd diminished and we were cleaning up the wreckage, one of our less-than-reliable teenage employees “Mike” (name changed to protect the guilty) comes in with a bunch of his scuzzy friends (the kind who think underage drinking and smoking are *so coooollll*). Now this same kid wouldn’t help us when we really needed it, and now he’s stopping by with his friends. Alrighty, bad judgement, but nothing that can’t be overlooked, right?
Now here’s the kicker: “Mike” wanted me or the Shift Leader (we were over 21) to go get him and the rest his underage friends some beer!!! This little maggot honestly expected us to just drop what we were doing and break the law for him. Said Shift Leader told “Mike” he could either clock in and help or get his sorry ass out.
“Mike” didn’t last much longer.”