A Large Can Of Whoop-Ass And A Side Of Just DessertsRestaurant | Australia
(Around my restaurant area a lot of kids hang out, most of whom are the unfavorable type. This day in particular, one of them decides to open the door and swear at everyone inside.)Kid: “All of you are fucking bitches!”
(We ignore it and try to continue work as if nothing happened.)Kid: “Fuck you, fucking pigs!”
(We ignore it again and this repeats for another two times. I am getting very annoyed.)Kid: “Girls should stay in the kitchen!”
Me: “Hey, stop that or I’ll call security.”
Kid: *looks at me up and down* “Whatever, I bet you want to do me, don’t you?”
(The kid continues to talk dirty and make gestures to me, so I cut it off there.)Me: “Get out of here before I start breaking your legs.”
(The kid looks shocked, probably because he didn’t expect anyone to snap back at him. He runs away. My co-worker, boss and everyone else in the restaurant applaud and we get back into business. About 20 minutes later, the kid comes back with his mother.)Mother: “Look, my son told me you threatened to break his legs! I’m reporting you to the police!”
Me: “Did he also tell you he was harassing us?”
Mother: “He told me he was talking to people when you–” *pushes index finger into my chest* “–threatened to break his legs!”
Me: “I can tell you, now, Ma’am. He was harassing me and the costumers.”
Mother: “Lies! I’ll charge you for threatening a child!”
Me: “Yes, then I’ll sue him for harassment, sexual harassment and disturbing the peace.”
(The mother looks at the kid with horror on her face but doesn’t give up just yet.)Mother: “You have no proof my son did that! I’ll charge you for psychological damages!”
Me: “I have plenty of proof on our cameras.” *I point to camera in the back corner, and then to the one at the front* “I also have a room full of witnesses who can give testimony on what he said and did.”
Mother: *stands on her spot stunned*
Me: “So do you want your can of whoop-ass here, or shall I serve it to you in court?”
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