I'd rather be a Taco Bell manager than an OB/GYN. Hands down.


This reminds me of my trouble making high school years. This was before the days where kids actually had cell phones... So, the local Taco Bell was like the meet up place to figure out what "was going on"... looking for parties, that sort of thing....
Well, needless to say, there was an awful lot of lingering that went on in that parking lot. My marauding buddies and I caused so much grief to the poor staff at that Taco Bell it actually makes me cringe today....
One time (and I honestly can't even remember what precipitated this) we pissed the female manager off so much that she ran out (as I was pulling away in my Blazer with about 7 dudes packed in...) and tried to stop my Blazer by hanging on to the tire-mount off the back gate of the truck..... Oh, boy......
And to add insult to injury, it was summer time, so I had the back window swung open like a pimp or something. So, when this gal was vice-gripped onto the back tire, one of my buddies in the back got the bright idea to pry her fingers off the mount. When that didn't work he started POUNDING her hands with his fists.....
I was only half aware of all this as I was mainly focused on the get away. She finally let go after:
1) I realized she was going for a ride and therefore stopped...
AND
2) My genius buddy succeeded in pounding her hands off the back.....