The year was 1993, then I was about 20 years and worked as a waitress in a restaurant. Actually I was quite comfortable, there were many hours (holidays included) but the pay was not bad, the owners were very friendly and did not have to navigate to get to work because it was just right next to my house. The fact is they had a daughter about two years younger than me, between one thing and another began to hold my hobby. Because customers often thought I was the daughter: "Tell your father that such and such" is not my father, I only work here. " Because their parents the truth is that if I treated her like one daughter. Because most times customers prefer to look after them that I did it (is that you should have seen the face of vinegar that had the TIA) and for this and anything else they ended up hating. I had no blame for all this and never tried to take the place of anyone but started to get me to say some pretty nasty things and all this during working hours. I tried cover the most for people not noticing the truth that almost always succeed but of course, created a climate of tension between her and me quite unbearable. Until one day I got tired, I ran down the street and not think twice:
- Do you want me to say why you behave this way?
- Hey look, leave me alone okay?
I did not like his tone, the truth and I did not like her, took her by the chest, held it to me and said,
"Look babe, I'll say one thing and I want you to be clear. The next time you come back to get me while I'm working or just look at me in a way that I do not like ..... in As I catch back on the street floor will head do you clear?
She was very nervous, he burst into tears and I felt so bad the beating I let a little push and went from there. Sure, she was a coward who only dare to bother me in my hours of work, where I knew I could do little.
As I figured it went with the story to his father and a few hours later he was chopping the bell of my house:
- You no longer need to go to work, do not want to see more out there.
tried to explain it but not let me.
- In two days you can go to find the account.
A Time Later I learned that the end had told them that if it was she who had started all this, that a customer had said that something had noticed and between that and they too had seen something for two days again to have the father in my house:
- Look, is that you must understand, my daughter and I was very nervous. Not really meant what I said. We've talked with her seriously, I do not know ..... mania has caught a lot of you but I assure you this will not happen again. Back to work, go. I'm sorry, really sorry all this.
I went back and since then I stopped working there (for other reasons) all as smoothly and without problem. The daughter spoke it just me and half the time no one dared to look me in the face. Okay, I'll be a bit bad but when I walked had a chance in front of her with an air of victory, hahaha ...
I know that I risked losing their jobs but was not willing to be a dad dudes to humiliate me and make me feel bad. What I say: a great evils great remedies.
Note: the truth that work in a place like this makes you meet people, live many stories and now this has come to my mind a very special guy Arabic. A history at the time that I called (and still call) "The tale of the Arabian Nights." He was a bricklayer who went every day to eat at the restaurant and the truth was something very nice. Maybe I encourage you and one day the count.
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