An Award Winning Short Story

Back when I was a tech working for Ford I got into some hijinks. Especially after I started working on the night shift. Once I was working nights I was part of a crew of young guys that wanted to dick off and party all the time. Just like the Eddie Murphy song. We would make home made flame throwers and shit, try to throw each other into the dumpsters when we took the trash out, hide from the managers, bull shit like that. One time "Brian" and I took one of the gallon hand cleaner containers that only had an inch or two of cleaner left in it and we scooped the remaining hand cleaner out. Next we filled it almost to the top with wheel bearing grease. Then we took the hand cleaner back on top. So now it looks like a new container of hand cleaner. We put it in the wash room by the sink and just waited. A while goes by and our asshole, dickhead, cocksucker manager goes in there to wash his hands. You see, "Fuckface" we'll call him, didn't know shit about cars but liked to poke his nose in every body's shit like he was a master tech. So he goes to wash his hands and like a dumbass he dunks his whole hand into the jug of cleaner (grease) instead of just scooping some off the top like everyone else. Well he flips his fucking lid. At the time I was at the other end of the shop on the phone with my girlfriend or some shit and I thought I heard someone call my name. So after I get off the phone I head down to the parts department and everyone was like "Dude, where have you been?! "Fuckface" is looking for you and he is pissed!" I asked why he was looking for me? "Brian" told me that he dunked his hand in the grease and immediately came out of the washroom screaming my name. I asked how he knew I had anything to do with it? But since I was always involved any time shit went down like that, I didn't really have to ask. So "Brian" tells me that "Fuckface" got all up in his face because he was laughing at him. He asked if he was responsible for it and "Brian" admitted that he had a part in it, but wouldn't give me up. So "Fuckface" tells him, "We'll see how funny it is when you're unemployed!" and walked away from him. So now I'm panicking because I think "Brian" just got fired. He had a young girlfriend with one kid and another on the way, so I didn't want him to get fired. So I track "Fuckface" down and apologize. It was the first time, by the way. I never apologized for the shit I pulled back in the day. But I really wanted "Brian" to keep his job, so I humbled myself. "Fuckface" was still pissed and he wanted to tell the General Manager about what had happened. So all night I was worried that I was gonna lose my job. The next day "Fuckface" gets to work, and I'm watching the front office from the shop, and our GM walks up to him, puts one hand on his shoulder and says, "I heard you got your hands a little dirty last night." as he tries to hold back his laughter. Then pats him on his back and walks away laughing his ass off. "Fuckface" was humiliated. I Win!