The boss wanted me to testify so they could press charges.  "To what?"  I asked him.  "I heard a crash, came around and saw Romeo laying on the floor."
"You mean you'd lie for that bastard?" the boss asked.  "He had no right to do that over a woman."
"I'll protect a husband," I answered, "protecting his wife form an animal!"  And walked off before the boss could say anything else.
Romeo worked with us a little longer, then he had a little accident.  It was the cook's job at the end of each shift to turn off the grill, let it cool, scrub it down then wipe down the hood.  Romeo was always in a hurry.  He would skip the cooling process, scrub the grill while it was hot, then climb up on it and do the hood, usually standing on a sheet pan.  I kept telling him this was extremely dangerous but he kept telling me not to worry about it, he knew what he was doing.
One day he stepped on the sheet pan to adjust his footing.  It went flying and he sat down on the blazing hot grill, melting his nylon pants right to his skin!  He gave a scream, put the palms of both of his hands on the grill, and lifted himself off, burning them severely.  The boss came out, they rushed Romeo to the hospital, but his injuries were severe.  He could not work for weeks and drew compensation.  When he finally got better he decided to move on, saying the restaurant was jinxed and too much bad luck happened there.  But I had the feeling bad luck was going to follow Romeo wherever he went, because I seriously doubted he'd ever change his attitude.  I really didn't think there was a prayer of it.