Troubles

Hello again. We are having troubles at work. Last Sunday, a coworker got into a fight over wanting more cars with the car cleaners. I kept my nose in my crossword puzzles while listening to the shouting. Then, my coworker goes off either venting anger or justifying himself about the fight. Well four days later, the car cleaners are still sore. Then I set them off again by blabbing this coworker said after they left that it is their job to bring whatever cars he wants. The hell it is. They correct with that it is their job to bring what we need. They told me to explain to this coworker that the car jockeys are not his personal bitches to get whatever he pleases. I said sure.
Then today I come in and can't find my timecard in the pile. Ask everyone present where it is. The bossman has it in his office with the others working last night. Then I'm inform I might be asked to occupany the bossman to his office upstairs, uh-oh. We call it the hot seat. Some others had their turn already. I guess some of the car cleaners took a trip to the mall when they were suppose to be working. Someone squealed to the owner and he saw all the car cleaners were clocked out at the same time, meaning 1 person clocked all car cleaners out. The car jockey manager asked me if they were here when they were clocked out. Um, well, let me put it this way, a coworker clocked them all out when they called over. He said, Thanks, That is all I need to know. I yelled back as he left not to tell my coworker I said that. He said he won't.
I got a stern warning not to lie to the owner if he asks about it. A coworker often says the owner does know what goes on around here. Hopefully, telling the other guy who did the clocking out might save me from the trip upstairs, according to the car jockeys. The bossman asked later when I came in and left, so he may or may not still be here. Happy Holidays. Post later. Maybe.