My daughter's coworker (ponytail, flip flops, mitts like sandbags) caught these dudes drunk driving in the parking lot and took their keys after they almost crashed into the building. Determined to continue pursuing their shared dream of becoming top tier Uber drivers, the drunk duo violently breach the little half door thingy, completely undeterred by the clearly visible "Employees Only" sign. Blind with rage, this badass duo charge forth to take back their keys, their pride and to solidify their right to sag in skinny jeans and call their friends the N word. Unaware of the strategic trap our hero has set, they foolishly proceed into what those of us accustomed to fighting in a cell refer to as "the box", or the bottleneck created by a doorframe. Like the spartan Leonidas, our hero unleashes what can only be described as "a solid, old-school ass whoopin" bravely protecting my daughter and her other female coworker from these punkass bitches. Risking his freedom and breaking a finger in the process. Bravo good sir, bravo.