Against All Odds

September 30, 2012
I found the dishwasher outside yelling at some guy. Some guy twice his size. I don't know about what but I do know one thing, the other guy has 4 friends with him who all look eager to take a piece out of our china polisher. Tom, I says, lets go in. Tom ignores me and calls these guys every name in the book. Steps right up in one guy's grill and calls him names you couldn't repeat in a confessional. This guy wants to tear Tom apart, but he's looking at me and thinking twice. Finally Tom finishes his smoke and goes inside.

I appoligized to our customers and follow Tom in...it is after hours after all. Inside, Tom is now sitting at the bar, yelling at the bartender. I told him to leave her alone. He says he's just trying to apologize for something or other. I says to Tom,  "That's fine, but she doesn't look like she wants to hear it so just let it go for now." Well, Tom tells me to go fuck myself. I'm an asshole, apparently, and he should fucking kill me. I have no idea who I'm fucking with and if I'm not carefull I'll wake up dead. What Tom doesn't realize is that he's the second person to threaten to kill me tonight and it's getting old.

Another thing Tom doesn't know is that the owner of the bar and the manager happened to see all this happen and Tom is now unemployed.

Always the last to know.