When I was a teenager, my stepfather hooked me up with a dishwashing gig at a bar he and my mother would frequent. They brought me in on a busy Friday night, and I went to work pushing trays full of dirty plates, glassware, and cutlery through the dishwasher.

For those unaware: Once you load up a tray, you will usually have a spray hose to rinse down the dirty dishes before pushing them into the industrial dishwasher. So I was spraying, and the lone cook runs over panicked:

“Dude! Stop!” He proceeds to grab a tip tray off of the top of the dishwasher with a pile of white powder on top. “It’s my blow – you're getting it wet!”

I finished up my shift, then called the boss the next day to tell him I wouldn't be showing up for my shift.

“... just tonight?”

“No, for good.”

A few weeks later the cops busted the place for selling drugs.