incrediBILL - 7:16 pm on Mar 16, 2011 (gmt 0)
Story my dad used to tell from his work or more modernly "#*$! my dad said"
My dad used to work in a meat processing plant aka slaughterhouse in the 50s.
Supposedly people chipped in to pay for the pot of coffee except one guy that was always freeloading. One day they made a 'special pot' just for him, which included a heaping helping of goat pellets. If you don't know, goat excrement looks like little round pellets.
After the freeloader had guzzled a few cups they asked if he noticed anything different and he said it was a "bit sweeter" than usual, laughing, they dumped out the pot and showed him the difference.
As my dad told it, the guy started violently spewing all over the place when he saw those goat pellets and never freeloaded the coffee again.
Not exactly a "screw the boss" story, but it could've been ;)