Please fire me. I’m 18, and I work at a pizza place. We’re open 24/7, and I take the night shifts. I...

Please fire me. I’m 18, and I work at a pizza place. We’re open 24/7, and I take the night shifts. I just got out of high school. While I was there, cleaning the counters a very obese woman came up to me. (I’m a female) and goes. “Hey hot stuff” I tried to ignore the smell of beer. I just smiled and said. “Hello, welcome to ******* (blocking it out because it’s an original restaurant) what can I get for you?” She replied with “I just want beer” “I’m sorry we don’t carry alcoholic beverages.” She goes. “But I need it.” 

Another night, I was working late and a heavily pregnant woman comes in and lays down on the table, not quite sure what to say, so I just continue making a pepperoni for take out. She pulls down her pants and starts fingering herself. I run over to her and say, “stop please this is a family restaurant” she grunts and pulls her pants up. The next thing I know she is rubbing her belly and panting. I end up calling 911 and she gave birth at the hospital. Sending us a picture of the baby with a letter explaining how wasted she was that night… Like why was she drinking at 9 months pregnant?



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