OK so this was about 7 years ago, but thinking about still makes me all warm and fuzzy inside so here it is..
I quit dealing drugs and got a job at a short order bar and grill breakfast thru dinner. I was pulling 40 hours a week sober mind you when previously I had been doing quite a bit of speed. Well a side effect of quiting speed is extreme sleepiness.
So one day I'm sitting there smoking a cigarette on my ten minute break and I fell asleep mid cig. My friend who worked there came out to check on me cause the bus boy told everyone I was dead out back. Needless to say everyone started spreading rumors that I was on heroin. Which pissed me off cause I was actually sober and trying to do right.
Fast forward two weeks.
Things seem to have smoothed over for the most part, or so I thought. My buddy calls me Thursday and tells me they plan on firing me after the upcoming weekend. So I'm furious and unemployment be damned I was gonna rage quit.
Well me and my buddy were the Saturday night line cooks. Just the two of us and I was able to send him home if we got slow, even though there was always a second rush. So I talk him into leaving an hour earlier than normal. So I shut of the grill and the fryers. Then I waited til there were 8 tickets in the window. I grabbed my long board and took of out the back door.
I'm half way through the parking lot when I realize I forgot my phone next to the grill. So I run inside the front door, long board still in the middle of the parking lot where I had stopped. As I run in the bartender who was serving her boyfriend says” what the heck is he doing? He is supposed to be cooking.” Her boyfriend replied, “idk It look like he quittin, oh yeah look at him there he goes he quittin.” As I run back outside with my phone I looked back and the bartender was shocked meanwhile her boyfriend was cracking up. It was so cathartic. Fuck that job anyway lol.