That tire wasn't the only thing he planned on filling.
My first job was at 15 and as a lifeguard. Don't really have any stories as all the shit went down immediately after my shift. One day a kid fell off the high dive onto the cement and cracked his head open, another a deaf kid nearly drowned in the pool, all within 30 minutes of me leaving.
I did slice my foot open dropping a chair on it once. I didn't notice how bad the cut was until I was standing in the medical hut looking for a band-aid, looked down and noticed I was standing in a full size puddle of blood.
Sucks when you miss the action at work, but in those cases i'd rather miss it.
When i worked as a dealership mechanic though, we had this one guy that was always causing problems with the other mechanics, thought he was the greatest at everything, and was generally hated. Cocky old know it all head mechanic redneck type that would get mad if anyone was doing an alignment when he had an alignment to do.
Anyways, he and i were always butting heads because he would throw a fit whenever anyone would use brake cleaner, claiming that they were using too much and it bothered him. I would actually try to help him out and use it sparingly, but he would trip out regardless and pitch a fit, so eventually i started just telling him to fuck off and deal with it, which only helped our relationship.
So one day, ON MY DAY OFF of course, this dickhead was in such a huff fighting with someone about not getting off the alignment machine fast enough (the guy had left the car on the rack while he washed his hands or something) that he jumped in the car and angrily backed off the rack straight through the closed garage door behind him, damaging the car and ripping the overhead door clean off.
Another coworker called me laughing hysterically immediately after witnessing the whole thing.
The fact that i missed seeing the look on his face haunts me. I wish i could have been there.
