Worked in an Italian restaurant in high school. Just about closing time, we had all cleaned up the kitchen, and waitresses were wrapping up. The last few patrons are sipping their last coffee and their last bite of dessert.
This crowd of about 8 or 10 drunk assholes show up -- couples -- and demand that they be served since we are officially still open. (it is around 11:45, we closed at 12midnite). The owner sees a chance for one more large party sale, so insists that one of the cooks, and me (the helper/busboy), and a waitress stay to wait on them.
We knew we were fucked for another 45 minutes or more.
Cook is pissed off and I mean really PISSED off. It's Saturday night and he had a date waiting for him. And the customers were drunk so a little busting the waitress's stones.
So, the cook made them their nice big pizza, he cooked it almost all the way. He then took it out of the oven, and then he whipped out his log and the waitress jerked him off onto the pizza. Back into the oven it went for 2 minutes of "curing", and then onto the assholes' table.
We all stood in the doorway of the kitchen watching them savoring it.
My only regret: I did not think to ask the waitress for a jerk myself. Maybe I could have added to the cheesiness.
Moral: Don't piss off the people cooking your food. Ever.
That is all
Car Key Boi