when someone tell me they are swiss sweden is the first that comes to my mind <| sep |> haven ' t gotten the vinyl yet . i ' m probably fucked . <| sep |> I worked at a Mexican fast food place at a mall as a teenager . We had a new manager who was a friend of the owner and had no idea how to run a foot race , let alone a restaurant . One day , it was just me and him and things got super busy . I was making the food and he was running the register . He suddenly freaked out because we were to busy , so he locked the register , pockets the key , and yells at the line of customers , THAT ' S IT ! WE AREN ' T SERVING ANYMORE ! !! and stormed out of the building , leaving with a bunch of unfilled orders and about a dozen angry people . I couldn ' t give anyone their money back because I couldn ' t open the register , I couldn ' t take any new orders , and I couldn ' t even close the store because he had the keys . He never came back and I couldnt get ahold of anyone who could help me , so I was stuck there for hours alone just telling people we were closed . The owner eventually called and said the guy told him it was my fault somehow , but he didn ' t sound like he believed him . Dude came back the next day like everything was normal . Of course I quit shortly after that .