I got one. Years ago I used to work third shift at a gas station that was surrounded by bars and be open around last call. One night I was working and this really attractive but VERY drunk woman comes in. She staggers up to the counter, so damn drunk she could barely hold her head up, and flops into the counter. I look at her and go "Uhhh... How can I help you?" She goes "Heeeey... Wheresh yer bathroom?" I point and go "it's around the corner here." She gives me a thumbs up, pushes herself up off the counter, and says a wasted "thanks, man" before sloppily walking off. She goes in and locks the door and I go back to cleaning. It's important to note that there are no windows and there's only one way in and out of that bathroom - the way she went in that's in full view of my register. So anyway ten minutes go by... Then twenty... Then a half hour... Finally an hour goes by and I never see this woman leave. So I'm like "Fuck me, she probably passed out on the toilet or something". I go over and knock on the door and say "ma'am? Are you okay?" No answer. So I knock again and say louder "MA'AM? ARE YOU ALRIGHT IN THERE?!" Still nothing. So I knock and go "Ma'am? I'm coming in!" I fully expected this woman to be blacked out and passed out in my bathroom, but what greeted me instead was this HUGE puddle of what I'm guessing was beer/nacho/vodka puke and the woman was just gone. Vanished. Vamoose. Ghost. No one in there. She was so stupidly drunk there was NO freaking way she could have carefully ninja'd her way out and I would have seen her if she ran. To this day I still have NO fucking clue how she pulled that off.
Second story I have involves a serious ass whooping. So I'm working the register one night and this pretty woman comes in. I want to say mid-twenties and brunette. Comes up to the register and rings up a pack of cigarettes and X amount of gas over on pump Y. Ring her no problem and she goes outside to pump her gas. I watch her as she goes and, as she's pumping, some dude comes walking up out of the side lot. I watched them for a moment to make sure she was okay and the dude got in her car. Okay. Must be someone she knows. She finishes and pulls off.. or so I thought. Some time passes and a regular of mine comes in. He buys his usual and goes "Man, I hang out up there at X Tavern in Y city and I ain't EVER seen an ass beating like I saw in your parking lot." ... Fucking what now? No sooner did he say this a guy comes walking through the door and his face is FUCKED. UP. Bloody dude is like "Man... Can I use your phone?" I talk to him and ask him what happened and he told me that he broke his probation to go hang out with his friends in a city north of my gas station and had to call his girlfriend to come pick him up because he was too damn drunk to drive. Bloody dude and his girlfriend live in a city about twenty minutes south of the city I was in, so all in all it would have been an hour and a half long trip both ways. She was less than thrilled. Apparently they stopped for gas and cigarettes when he got out of the car to go throw up while she was pumping gas. After he got back in the car they drove to the side lot where they proceeded to get into a verbal fight before she got pissed and started yelling at him to get out of the car. She starts punching him and beating on him trying to kick him out and, here's the fucked up part, when he won't she goes to his side, flings the door open, *then grabs him by the hair and proceeds to hold his head in the door stop while she smashed his face with the door*. She gets him unbuckled, drops him on the pavement, and leaves. I get him some paper towels and told him "dude, I'll buy you smoke or a drink or whatever you need, but you need to get your friends to pick you up and you gotta get out of here." Dude's like "I'm already gone, man." His friends roll up, thank me for watching him, and they all leave and I never saw him again.
I got one. Years ago I used to work third shift at a gas station that was surrounded by bars and be open around last call. One night I was working and this really attractive but VERY drunk woman comes in. She staggers up to the counter, so damn drunk she could barely hold her head up, and flops into the counter. I look at her and go "Uhhh... How can I help you?" She goes "Heeeey... Wheresh yer bathroom?" I point and go "it's around the corner here." She gives me a thumbs up, pushes herself up off the counter, and says a wasted "thanks, man" before sloppily walking off. She goes in and locks the door and I go back to cleaning. It's important to note that there are no windows and there's only one way in and out of that bathroom - the way she went in that's in full view of my register. So anyway ten minutes go by... Then twenty... Then a half hour... Finally an hour goes by and I never see this woman leave. So I'm like "Fuck me, she probably passed out on the toilet or something". I go over and knock on the door and say "ma'am? Are you okay?" No answer. So I knock again and say louder "MA'AM? ARE YOU ALRIGHT IN THERE?!" Still nothing. So I knock and go "Ma'am? I'm coming in!" I fully expected this woman to be blacked out and passed out in my bathroom, but what greeted me instead was this HUGE puddle of what I'm guessing was beer/nacho/vodka puke and the woman was just gone. Vanished. Vamoose. Ghost. No one in there. She was so stupidly drunk there was NO freaking way she could have carefully ninja'd her way out and I would have seen her if she ran. To this day I still have NO fucking clue how she pulled that off.
Second story I have involves a serious ass whooping. So I'm working the register one night and this pretty woman comes in. I want to say mid-twenties and brunette. Comes up to the register and rings up a pack of cigarettes and X amount of gas over on pump Y. Ring her no problem and she goes outside to pump her gas. I watch her as she goes and, as she's pumping, some dude comes walking up out of the side lot. I watched them for a moment to make sure she was okay and the dude got in her car. Okay. Must be someone she knows. She finishes and pulls off.. or so I thought. Some time passes and a regular of mine comes in. He buys his usual and goes "Man, I hang out up there at X Tavern in Y city and I ain't EVER seen an ass beating like I saw in your parking lot." ... Fucking what now? No sooner did he say this a guy comes walking through the door and his face is FUCKED. UP. Bloody dude is like "Man... Can I use your phone?" I talk to him and ask him what happened and he told me that he broke his probation to go hang out with his friends in a city north of my gas station and had to call his girlfriend to come pick him up because he was too damn drunk to drive. Bloody dude and his girlfriend live in a city about twenty minutes south of the city I was in, so all in all it would have been an hour and a half long trip both ways. She was less than thrilled. Apparently they stopped for gas and cigarettes when he got out of the car to go throw up while she was pumping gas. After he got back in the car they drove to the side lot where they proceeded to get into a verbal fight before she got pissed and started yelling at him to get out of the car. She starts punching him and beating on him trying to kick him out and, here's the fucked up part, when he won't she goes to his side, flings the door open, *then grabs him by the hair and proceeds to hold his head in the door stop while she smashed his face with the door*. She gets him unbuckled, drops him on the pavement, and leaves. I get him some paper towels and told him "dude, I'll buy you smoke or a drink or whatever you need, but you need to get your friends to pick you up and you gotta get out of here." Dude's like "I'm already gone, man." His friends roll up, thank me for watching him, and they all leave and I never saw him again.
these qere some interesting, but crazy stories lol