I used to work at a local ice cream and candy store during high school.  During the summer, we were always swamped, so we always ended up staying until like midnight cleaning up all the sticky, shitty mess from like the sauces.  I hated it because you always left there smelling like fucking rotten soft serve...to this day I still don't like eating ice cream because that smell just makes me sick.

Anyway, I worked there about 2 years, and finally had my fill.  The money wasn't bad for a high school kid, but I just got real sick of the bitchy managers and having to stay there all friggin night.  So, I finally decided I was gonna quit one night when they were giving me all kinds of shit about cleaning this and that and putting all this shit away...whatever.

So I was in the back room cleaning up all this shit, and I decided I would give them something to clean up themselves...There were all these jugs of like sauce and fudge and shit - well I poked little tiny holes in the bottom of them.  I took some sauce and put it in the soft serve machine, and then I put a bunch of mashed up fruit like bananas and strawberries and stuff in the bottom of the coolers.  I drained the soap from the dishwasher and replaced it with chocolate syrup.

They came back to check my progress, and finally gave me the OK to go home.  Since nothing seemed out of order, I got my stuff together and was like "Ok, I'm outta here...oh yeah, and next time, clean the shit yourselves.  I quit!"  And calmly walked out the door.

I would have loved to see the faces on the opening crew the next morning!  LOL!!

- From Aaron in Tennessee 

* Editor's note:  Aaron, you're a huge dick.  Thanks for the story though.