Two years ago I was arrested at work for not paying a fine. I got to spend two nights in jail before I could see the judge, and let me tell you, I was more than a little pissed off when I realized there were people who had been on the lam for years before the cops finally arrested them for unpaid fines. My fine was less than a week overdue, and I learned that being stable was not the best way to live. People should change jobs and addresses every few months in order to stay ahead of the law.
So last night when I was getting ready to leave work and two cops walked into the waitstation, I nearly shit my pants. My
fight or flight response kicked in and I was ready to run like a running back on an open field when I realized I wasn’t in any trouble. Turns out they were looking for one of the supervisors who is in Deep Shit, Arkansas. When we told the cops he wasn’t working, they acted like we were lying and I had a sinking feeling they were going to haul me in for the hell of it. I didn’t waste any time getting out of there, let me tell you.
One thing’s for sure, food service is never dull.