So, another interesting event that occurred when I worked at the fast food joint was on a hot summer day, working hard as usual. Lots of people coming in for ice cream and shakes to cool off. I’m in the back, cooking my buns off (haha) and everything seems to be going fine. All of a sudden, we hear this loud BANG and I swear, it felt like the building moved. Some of the employees ran to the back because they thought it was a gun shot. I start heading to the back door to maybe see if something was going on in the back parking lot of the building and out of nowhere, the door flings open and this random guy starts yelling, “It was me! It’s my fault! I did it!”, and he has his hands up in the air as if he was being arrested. I’m thinking this guy is coo coo and then he said something about his insurance will cover it. Okay, now I’m really curious to see what this guy is rambling on about. We head out the back door and BAM!! He crashed his truck into the side of our building, hitting the corner of our roof with the top part of his moving truck. It was like one of those big u haul trucks. I think I just kind of stood there with my mouth wide open and then finally said, “Oh”. Seriously?! There is a truck smashed into the side of our building and all I could say was, “Oh”? That’s the only thing that came to mind. This guy is running around like a crazy man while his mother is still in the truck with her eyes wide and I’m trying to calm him down so he could get his mother out of the truck. I had Josh bring her a chair and some water to kind of calm her also. I ask him for his license and all his insurance information. I tell him not to move his truck because I was afraid the building might collapse the second he pulled the truck away. I then contacted the GM and the owner and they rushed right over. They were taking care of that situation, meanwhile, I had to have the gal working drive thru stick her head out the window and flag the other customers to go around the smashed truck and just pull up to the window. When I didn’t have any food cooking on the grill, I would kind of open the back door and tell the customers to pull up to the window also. The poor gal working drive thru had to tell the same story over and over as each new customer pulled up to the window. It took about an hour to get everything situated and to make sure that moving the truck wouldn’t cause the building to collapse. Once the guy was able to move the truck, I had asked him if he still wanted to order. He was like, “Yeah, I still want to buy something if it’s okay”. I thought he was going to give me a smart remark or something. I mean, I wasn’t being sarcastic or anything like that, I just wanted to double check with him because he obviously came for a reason and because he got blind sighted by an unfortunate event, he didn’t even get to place his order. I guess he thought that we wouldn’t serve him because he wrecked our building. Haha. While he was waiting for his order, we got to talking and ended up having a few laughs as well. He wasn’t drunk or high or anything like that. Turns out, the truck was just to tall for our clearance height and he didn’t realize that his truck wouldn’t make it. It was quite the experience.