Today at work, I was minding my own business, when this customer walks in. I just kind of look at her for a few seconds, then went back to what I was doing (minding my own business). After about 2 or 3 minutes, I look up, and this lady seems to be getting really pissed off at me. But I just went back to what I was doing (minding my own business).

After a few more minutes, I look up again, and this lady is pointing a gun at me. She says, "Either you take my order now, or you get shot".

Just then, Tara comes running around the corner, laughing at the joke Lawson had just told to Bill in the kitchen. The lady in front, now literally fuming, bursts into flames. I thought, "oh, cool, I've never seen somebody spontaneously combust before"!

The lady begins running around the restaurant, screaming for help. Of course, I was too busy minding my own business to help. But Gordon, already armed with his bottle of Windex, begins spraying the woman frantically in an attempt to extinguish her. The woman, body in flames, stops, looks at Gordon, and says "Are you serious"?

Gordon replies, "Excuse me"?

The woman replies, "you heard me".

Gordon, at this point irate, comes running into the back. He is crying for a manager to come to the front and take care of "the bitch on fire in the dining room".

So while Bill is in the dining room trying to appease the "Windex lady", Lawson and I are having a hoot trying to eat as much mashed potatoes as we can before Bill sees us. Just then, a wildcat came bursting into the restaurant and tore off my right arm.

That's how I was hurt at work today.