Trash, Dash, Crash, In A Karmic Flash

I am working drive-thru late at night. A customer orders and pulls up to the window. I’m cooking and handling the window, so I’m not there when the customer pulls up. I walk up to open the window to take his card/cash and he throws a bag of trash at me.

I didn’t see the trash on his lap.

I take a step back, bothered that I just got trash thrown at me, and I watch his car speed off. I’m angry, but there’s nothing I can do. A couple of seconds later I hear a small bang of metal on metal. I walk to the lobby and look out the windows.

The douchebag has slammed into a police cruiser who was about to loop around and use the drive-thru himself!

It took me about one-tenth of a second to head outside to also tell the officer what had just happened inside! It did not help his case!