Fireworks At Work
I was the assistant manager of Steak ‘n’ Shake in south Kansas City. Closing time and one of the waiters says he has a bag of fireworks out in his car. For some stupid reason we all decide to go up to the roof and light them off up there. Its 2am when about 5 cop cars pull into the parking lot one after the other, lights flashing.
They had been called due to the sounds of gunshots coming from nearby, saw some flashes and thought we were being executed up on the roof. We were all cuffed and stood in the parking lot for about an hour getting lectured by these guys about how stupid we were. They made me give them my manager and district managers names and phone numbers, told me good luck finding a new job. Then they let us go home.
I almost didn’t go back, but was dating my managers sister, so didn’t really want to just disappear. Went in to work the next day and nothing. Kept shitting my pants for about two weeks thinking it was still coming. Finally one night I’m working and these two cops come in, sit at the counter. I’m working the register right by them. I take their orders and know it’s them. Just before they left, the guy that I had given the numbers to, asks me how the last couple weeks have been. I tell him they’ve sucked pretty hard. He then asks me if I’m going to be shooting any more fireworks off the roof. No Sir. They left. I kept my job and eventually married the sister who turned out to be a life sucking daughter of Satan, but hey, I kept my job!