When I worked at Taco Bell I used to get people arrested all the time. Being late night and all that, lots of drunk drivers. But, silly them, they figure the regular Joe behind the window wouldn’t care that they are sitting there with their beer bottles and cans between their legs (after all, we’re only the same Joes that pick up the fucking parking lot after they throw all their trash out there—including the beer bottles!).
The awesome thing is that they are of course there to order food, and late nights are always a little slow to begin with, so when they are waiting at the window—ostensively for their food—as I look busy they think nothing of it. The cops show up (obscured by the building), I hand out the now a little cold food (but they won’t be eating it anyway) and smile my biggest, warmest smile like the folks at Pepsi-co want me to.