Drug Bust

One saturday night rush while working at an establishment that used to
be known for it’s striped shirts and funny hats, I was standing in the
aisle writing down an order I had just taken, when I heard “County
Police! County Police!”

I look up to see a very large black man running straight at me holding
a shotgun. Deciding that this would be a most opportune time to move
out of the way, I stepped to the side and watched him run into the
bathroom. I turned to see a dozen or more cops, half in baclavas
storming into the crowded restaurant with guns drawn while the
extremely petite 17 year old hostess holds the door for them.

Immediately, my table of guys night out starts in asking me what’s
going on. I tell them I don’t know. Of course, by this point, every
server in the restaurant except me has disappeared from the dining
room, me being the only one not *ahem* “holding”, and needing to
immediately use the nearest available toilet.

One of my co-workers – a 6’7″ black guy – was in the bathroom stall,
which only had saloon doors, not your typical bathroom stall doors,
taking a one hit from his pipe when the shotgun toting cop busted in.
He of course hopped up on the toilet, pipe in hand, trying to hide all
6’7″ 250lbs behind these tiny doors while holding a pipe and lighter.

Ended up that they hauled out four customers and our barback in cuffs.
Apparently, there was a Ryder van full of weed in the parking lot, and
the deal was happening over some jalepeno poppers and bud light.

I finally told my guests that I figured out what was going on. I told
them someone under tipped.

– Craig


  • Dave

    July 7, 2010

    Ah this brings back memories.

    A little over 10 years ago a narc dishwasher set up one of our cooks. The transaction took place behind the restaurant. The cook had an justifiably bad feeling when he noticed vehicles flying in from both directions of the strip mall we worked at. The cook flew in the back door and made a beeline out the front. This was followed about 90 seconds later by a stream of Sheriff and DEA agents running through the back door with guns drawn shouting “get down.” They proceeded along the same route through the front of the house leaving guests diving under booths. The cook was found underneath a car in another parking lot a couple hours later. The drugs were never recovered. My personal theory is that he ate the hole bag laying underneath the car. The only reply he ever gave when asked was “what drugs?”

    All of this was overshadowed by the bar regular who was the last to get off the floor. He stood up and asked for his tab in a hurry. Everyone was a bit rattled so it took a minute. Just long enough to notice the wet spot on his crotch. Apparently armed DEA agents with weapons drawn are enough to “break the seal.”

  • TrayMaster

    July 9, 2010

    I would of been smoking with the cook.

  • ServingReallySucks.com

    January 28, 2012

    Haha, nothing that bad yet, I have seen people being served papers but no one locked up yet…at least not at work 😉 haha!

  • DriveThruGuy

    April 14, 2012

    Wild story. Hilarious last line.

  • Sasha

    January 30, 2013

    Dave the cook was in the wrong. He’s doing a drug deal at work! I have no issue with whatever people like to do in their own homes, but I can’t stand when people go to work high or do drugs at work. Doing a drug deal at work? Ridiculous.

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