Good job,
@CowboyAndIndian!
Here is one from a friend:
Friend was in his 20's and working as a waiter at a big resort.
Resort owner was a trust fund baby with a giant blow problem.
To subsidize his addiction, he dabbled in moving product (think of him as a sort of regional manager).
Low level restaurant staff were recruited to make runs, and my friend got lured into one of these trips. Long story short, he and another waiter ended up working all night as the owner's errand boy for the side business . . . besides the sleep deprivation, he was scared out of his wits the whole time. By the time they made it home, he had vowed this was his first and last side trip.
The next morning, he finally got to bed after driving all night, but he ended up oversleeping and was late for his regular shift waiting tables at the resort.
The owner called him in, b*tched him out, and told him that, to punish him for being late for his shift, he would have to work as a bus boy (for no tips) on the next big holiday instead of waiting tables.
My friend's response?
Literally "Fuck you!"
And then he stormed into the kitchen, pointed to different people saying "Fuck you, and fuck you, and fuck you! I'm outta here, and I'm taking this with me!"
He picked up a bottle of Dom Perignon with a dramatic flourish, and marched right out the door.
He said the head chef was completely calm during his tirade and just waved at him with an "Okay, man, have a good one."
The worst part of the story is that his friend, the other waiter, eventually got busted on one of the transportation runs and ended up serving time in prison. He did not rat out anyone . . . resort owner still owns the resort. My friend learned in one night that he has way too much anxiety for a life of crime, and he's been on the straight and narrow ever since.