cattyann

So it was just another day at the office, or restaurant I should say. I wish I could tell you it was just like all other days, but it wasn’t. I begin by saying, things happen, chalk it up to a full moon, moody people, bad day….I don’t know. What I do know is, one minute I am waiting on tables and the next, I hear two men yelling at each other and it is beginning to get ugly.
Besides serving, I am in charge of the serving staff, so it is my job to keep them from getting hurt. Our managers had decided to escort both men to the front of the restaurant and try to get them to calm down. Seems the “little guy”(this is what we will call him) told the “very big dude” (this will be his name)to make his children behave. You have to understand…these children were wreaking havoc among the restaurant and the parent was forewarned that they were causing problems. To no avail, did the parent “little guy” do anything to correct his children. They were swearing and running around, just generally causing grief. The “big dude” decided HE would say something to the man. This is where it all went downhill. After escorting them outside, a fight ensued. Whereby, myself, and two managers were trying to regain control of the situation and calm it down. Talk wasn’t working and fists were fixin’ to fly between the two. It is then, we decide there was enough yelling and threatening between the two and we called the police.
It really seems like a long time when your needing help. Pay attention, “little dude” had a really big complex for his size, and his problem? He didn’t know when to shut his mouth, he also didn’t know who to pick a fight with. This other guy was huge and he had just about enough of this man’s mouth. It is at this moment, I realize one of my servers had come outside also, which I really didn’t mind because it was getting to be pretty interesting. It is amazing how much a person can take, verbally. “Big dude” had enough and decided to take a swing at this little guy.
It is just then “little guy” realizes he has probably said too much and runs. It is comical because he is small enough to hide behind our steak sign, which is just cardboard and sticking in the ground, it stands about four feet high. Of course, myself, the manager and other server begin to laugh, as this man (little guy) loses his footing and falls in the snow. Just then “big dude” heads straight for him, he is now going to put an end to this fight.” We never saw it coming.
Out of nowhere, I hear some women scream. Not just any scream, screams like you hear in the Texas Chainsaw Massacre movie, and I am wishing they would shut the hell up.
But the horrid sounds are coming from myself and two others. “Little guy” has maced all of us. Both myself and the other server are running around like idiots and slamming into each other, the trash can and newspaper box. My face, I had decided, was on fire. So…I get the bright idea to fall down and slam my face into the snow, yes, it felt good. It was every man or woman for themselves. As I am on the ground, I am trying to open my eyes. It is at this moment, I catch a glimpse of people staring at us through the windows. Yes we were directly in front of twenty windows, all the way down the front of the restaurant and we were on display. People were video taping us. How embrassing this was. One of our managers was inside and had not seen a thing and runs outside. Of course, he was no help at all because he was laughing so hard he couldn’t lend us a hand to get inside the building, remember, we could barely see. When all was said and done, both guys were gone, nowhere to be seen. Evidently someone told them the police were on the way, and I could only hope they both had warrants. I have regained my eyesight and feeling in my face. As for my dignity, well, let’s just say…..I am still looking for that!

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