My relationship with this manager ended a couple of weeks later.  They had a young manager there in her 20s, who had had a couple of years of technical school and thought she knew everything.  She began having an affair with one of the older cooks and became angry because I wouldn't do some of her work for her in the morning so they would have time for their intimate rendezvous.
"Can't you be a gentleman and cover for me?"  she asked.
"No!"  I remarked.  "For two reasons...one, it's not my work.  I don't get paid for it, and, I wouldn't have time to do what I'm supposed to be doing.  Two, Paul has a wife and kids, and you two have no business doing what you're doing."
"Well, that's MY business!"  the manager snapped, "And, none of yours!"
One of my jobs first thing in the morning was to go out and clean up the yard before the customers came in.  With all my other duties I usually had very little time to do this.  I was running late one morning and asked the manager to let me out so I could get this work done, and she began to  treat me like a small child.
"Come on, Gerald," she taunted, "tell me the secret word and I'll let you out!"
"Look!"  I remarked, "I haven't got time for silly games. I'm an adult. I'm here to work, not play. Open the door!"
The manager continued to insist I say the secret word, much to the amusement of everyone standing around.
Finally my limited patience ran out and I told her just exactly what she could do with the secret word and what she was!
The cook came over all in a rage.  "You don't talk to her like that!"  he snapped.
"Shut up!"  I told him, "She's not my f      ' lover.  She doesn't impress me at all!  She's just a silly little child that's never grown up.  Now open the door, I've got work to do!"  I finished my work and went home.  That afternoon the manager called.
"What in the hell's the matter with you, Gerald?" he remarked.  "You can't treat a manager like that!  Carol was only joking with you.  She just wanted you to say 'please.'  You're fired!  You can't treat a manager like that!"
"A manager has no right to insult and torment an employee," I told him.  "I know the law."
"She wasn't tormenting you," the manager snapped.  "It was just a joke and you should have gone along with it.  People have a right to joke with one another.  Of course there's some ignorant people that can't have any fun with their co-workers."
I filed for unemployment, and the company contested, and I had to go in for a hearing.  Both managers appeared and a company lawyer accompanied them from New York.
"You've read each-other's statements.  Are they accurate?"
"Yes!"  we all answered.
"Mr. Polley was fired for his actions," the deputy commented, "how was the supervisor disciplined for her misbehavior?"
The manager looked shocked.  "I don't know what you mean," he asked, "SHE did nothing wrong!"
"She most certainly DID!"  the deputy remarked.  "She admits in her own statement that Mr. Polley at least twice informed her he did not appreciate her harassment, and requested she cease and allow him to continue with his duties, which she refused to do. The law is very precise in these matters.  A manager CANNOT harass an employee in any way, especially after that employee makes it clear their actions are not appreciated.  By law your manager was required to cease her joking with your employee's first complaint that he found it offensive."
"That is ridiculous!"  the manager complained  "We do things like this in New York all the time.  The unemployment offices there never complained.  Is the law different in Maine?"
The deputy shook his head.  "These are federal regulations," he remarked, "not state.  They're the same everywhere.  If you've been getting away with stuff like this elsewhere it's because the deputies weren't doing their job.  I see no sense in continuing this hearing.  Mr. Polley was obviously fired for unjustifiable reasons and is fully entitled to his employment.  I am putting a note on this file to monitor this facility and if any further complaints are received legal action may be taken!"
I rose and left.  I saw the New York lawyer speaking to the deputy but couldn't hear what they were saying.  The next day a friend still working at the restaurant called. "Gerald!"  he laughed, "They just walked in with a whole new management staff and fired the old one!  I couldn't resist!  I told the manager as he was going out the door 'I told you not to mess with Gerald!'  You should have seen the look on his face!"
I had to draw unemployment for a while and each time I got a check I kind of laughed to myself, wondering where the manager was working now, and if he was getting unemployment too.