Okay before I start this (true) story I will give a head's up. It is kinda gross. And yes I realize that I may be a tad mean spirited here (ahem, I have on occasion been called the "B" word). Now that you've all been warned:
I stopped at our restaurant the other night on my day off. I had picked up a Wii console for one of our waitresses and was dropping it off for her (those are one hot item, very hard to find right now around here). Anyhow, the girl bartending (Shan) in the lounge called up and told Pie the following story -
There had been a younger guy drinking in the lounge and he went out for a smoke (can't smoke inside in Saskatchewan businesses). Apparently while out there he felt the need to relieve himself and peed. Right on the cement pad in front of the lounge entrance. (some people have NO class/dignity!)
Another customer out for a smoke saw it and came in and told Shan so when Mr I-Can't-Wait-Til-I-Get-To-The-Bathroom came back inside Shan took his drink and told him to get lost, that she knew what he'd done outside.
He left but for some reason decided to come back a few minutes later. Apparently he was rushing in when --- now remember this is Saskatchewan in January --- he slipped and fell in his own frozen urine.
I'll admit I laughed pretty good at that part. Not that mean, right?
Well, I laughed even more when I heard that he broke his leg when he fell.
Okay, yeah that's a little mean spirited. But I don't really have a lot of sympathy for people who do such things.
**small disclaimer, although the neighbourhood our restaurant is in has gone downhill over the years this is not a normal occurrence**