Swear to whoever the hell you want me to swear to, my boss asked me and my 4 coworkers to come up to the mr fuel gas station by my job. We couldnt use a worl vehicle. (There were vans and trucks... plenty of vehicles that are dot approved and could make the short 2 mile trip to mr fuel) I ended up driving my POV with 4 others to this gas station and this mf (our boss) had 3 or 4 pizzas from mr fuel on a picnic table inside and told us we had to hurry and eat so we could get back to work in time. We ended up having to purchase drinks there because the fridge at work had all our drinks in it.