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Back in 2001 when i was at my old agency we used to have BBQ's every friday in the summer. Most of the people who really did no work anyway would leave at 4.
The doors were always left open, so it was 5:00 and most people were gone, just me and a few female AE's and a whole bunch of leftover BBQ in the kitchen.
One of the AE's came into my office, "Uh we have a problem in the kitchen" So i go down there and there is this dirty bum trying to get his hands on the BBQ and the receptionist wont let him.
He begins to get irate - I was like Dude get the hell outa here - he started to shake and was reaching out with his jimmy hands like he was gonna choke me. So i grab a big plate of BBQ chicken and take off down the hall - the dude is freekin running after me, so i jam out the back door and dump the whole plate of chicken in the grass by the parking lot and run back in the front door. I go look out the window and he is stuffing the chicken in his pockets and grubbing at the same time. Everyone was at the window watching in disbelief, it was funny and sad all at the same time. By the time the cops got there he was gone and they made me tell the story to the dispatcher cuz they didnt believe the cops.