Possibly the Hamburglar
One time, about fifteen minutes to close, we get a guy drive up and ask for 30 mama burgers (Canadian A&W, for those who don’t know it’s basically a regular hamburger).
I cringe at the amount of extra work we’re about to have to do, but whatever man, we’re still open, so we gotta do it. I ask him if he wants cheese on the burgers and his response is “I don’t even care”.
My supervisor, the only other dude up front with me, decides that now would be a good time to run and hide in the back go help the back-staff with making burgers, leaving me all alone to deal with what is no doubt sure to be a very unpleasant individual.
But what actually happened is not what I would have expected at all. I take the guy’s money and try and hide around the milkshake machine out of sight, just enough room for me to watch him as he starts BEATING THE DAYLIGHTS OUT OF HIS OWN CAR. I’m not kidding.
He was throwing punches to the windshield as hard as he could. Then I heard him start throwing stuff out of his window and onto the ground.
Obviously I wasn’t getting close enough to see what it was he was throwing out, but after he got his food and drove off, we looked outside to see that it was car parts that he had smashed that were littering the road. The handle on his shifter, vents, a volume knob, and various other bits and pieces.
I get so confused just thinking about it. The dude had to have been on drugs. That is the only way I can reconcile car-smashing and buying 30 hamburgers in one short period of time. Story credit: Reddit / ddrluna