Airmailing Coke.

It was my first job, and I really had no idea "you aren't supposed to enjoy work".

I developed a habit of airmailing Frosty's from the front prep are to the drive through window, thereby speeding things up considerably. Turns out this was pretty much okay, usually, because no one was really watching, and nothing was getting spilled.

One evening we were pretty slammed, and I decided to try airmailing the soft drinks. My co-worker and I decided that we should practice with short throws first, and it went fine. Within a few minutes I was zinging the suckers all the way from the front counter, and he was catching all of them with no problem.

My last one hit the general manager square in the face, as he rounded the corner, and into the line of fire. I sort of knew before I saw him because Mike's face went into "Oh Jesus, don't" mode right as I released the perfect spiral.

Needless to say, Coke went everywhere, all over his face, shirt, the sandwich prep area, cash register, ceiling, floor, other employees. Everyone that was at the counter waiting on their food, all of the employees that did not get soaked, and I busted out laughing.

I was being escorted out the back door with 30 seconds, under full protest.