Saturday, February 16, 2013

The Accused


One of our regulars, a woman in her 50s who feels the need to poke around in the affairs of 20 year olds, was found by a very handsome bouncer, crying this evening. Apparently she was punched in the back by someone.

She went outside for a smoke with her young friend to calm down and I took to guarding the door against marauding douche bags when our dishwasher, Tom, a nice, yet unique individual, decided to go for a smoke as well. As he rounded the corner the young friend lit upon him like honey badger. When I finally dragged her off of our man, she was screaming that he had some nerve punching a woman.

Poor Tom headed back inside, but was blindsided by a fine upstanding member of our community who grabbed him by the throat and threw him against a wall. I got between these folks and explained that Tom couldn't possibly have done this and prevailed on their sense of decency to let me handle this. They left, letting Tom know, that if it wasn't for me, they'd have fed him his own testicles.

Later I checked the video to find that it wasn't Tom who had struck our heroine. It was but a friend of the gentleman who was to feed Tom his own balls. He had quite accidentally and unknowingly struck our fair lady from behind.

Suffice it to say, should any of those people eat at our restaurant again, they will not be eating off the cleanest dishes we have to offer.

Thats when two of our waitresses got into a fight.
I love this town.

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