I was working my last shift ever as an employee of Carls Jr., a fast food restaurant that is part of the Hardee’s umbrella. After a weekend off, I was to start my new job Monday as a security guard at a gold mine.

I was down to the last two minutes of my shift when a young lady came in and asked if we were taking applications. I told her I had it on good authority that a spot would be opening up fairly soon, and handed her an application.

Once I was done dealing with her, I turned to a person standing at the register with his coffee cup in hand. His face was red with anger.

“I’ve been standing here for five minutes waiting for a god***n refill while you’ve been flirting with the bitch.”

First, I had not been flirting. Second, it only took me a minute to deal with her, and he wasn’t there when I started. He’d been there thirty seconds, tops.

“Hurry up and fill my cup, or I’ll be talking to your manager, and you’ll be fired.”

I looked at my watch. I had about ten seconds left. I walked over to the register slowly, and clocked out.

“That’s okay. I quit. Go f**k yourself.”

I laughed all the way home.