Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday.

Some interesting things happened at work this past Friday. First, the pizza cook was arrested, straight off of the line. Apparently he had an outstanding warrant in my home town. This was exciting enough, but you won't even believe what happened next. Dim the lights, get comfy, enjoy.

Police come in the front door, waitresses panic. They get the attention of a manager and ask her for (we'll call him Al.) Al. She goes to Al and says, "What's your last name?" He answers and she says, "Well the police want to talk to you." Al seems entirely unsurprised, but understandably annoyed. The police then take him out of the kitchen and walk him through the restaurant and bar, out the front doors, and place him under arrest outside. While this is going on, pizzas are in the oven.

My "hey come get food" buzzer goes off and I run up, expecting a beautiful pizza. I find a charred pizza in its place. I looked at the replacement pizza cook and tried to give him shit for it, before interrupting myself with the realization that this pizza was a victim of Al's arrest. I decide that half of the pizza is salvagable, so I run down to inform my customer. This customer happened to be sitting at the very first table in the bar, facing our front door.

The following conversation ensues:

Me: So... we ran into a bit of an issue with our pizza cook!
Customer: (gesturing towards the police car outside) Was that him?
Me: Well yes, and your pizza is a bit burnt.
Customer: The only reason I'm even here is because I hit a deer and my car got towed down the street. I'm just having a bad night.
Me: Not as bad as him! (pointing again towards the police car)

He was a fantastic sport and we laughed it off while i explained that he would get his half pizza, plus a whole new pizza, all for free for the inconvenience. He decided he couldn't take the extra pizza because he was getting picked up, but he was happy anyway. When he was ready for his bill, I brought it over; he owed $8.50 for two beers. I walked a lap around the restaurant and when I returned, he was gone. On top of his check was a $100.

Totally awesome.

I didn't think this needed to be said.

Please, please, don't sexually harass your waitress. Especially in front of your family.