My step brother used to work at McDonald's and Pizza Hut and whenever he saw "jocks" (we were skaters back in the day, yup long bangs, hardcore music, the whole nine) he would spit in their food or pull out some pubes and sprinkle them on whatever they ordered. He ended up getting broadsided on his motorcycle by a drunk driver one night and now both legs are fucked up for life........who says karma doesn't have some sense of irony??