I have one weak point and I'll admit it.  It's a flaw in my character.  I just love to see an ass get his!  And working in restaurants I've seen it a good many times.  One incident always comes to mind.
I was working in one of those twenty-four hours
 places on the second shift, five in the afternoon until 11 at night.  We had a cook that worked with us everybody called Romeo.  I never knew his real name, but he thought he was God's gift to women, and every woman he ever met, married or, single, was going to fall at his feet and worship him madly.  'Course the truth was the majority of women couldn't stand him.  We had a real attractive waitress come to work for us I'll call Sunny.  She was one of those people that brightened a room whenever she entered.  And we hit it off immediately.  She would come back when she wasn't busy and help me break down the dishes.  I kidded her one day and said "Let me see, you were the high school cheerleader and your husband was the star of the football team."
"How did you know that?"  Sunny asked.  "I never mentioned that!"
"Just had to be!"  I told her.
Of course Romeo had the hots for Sunny and was totally perturbed because she wouldn't pay a bit of attention to him, and went out of her way for me.  She had been helping me one night when he walked by, slapping her on the butt, remarking something about a nice ass, and he'd like to know her better.
Sunny turned around and slapped him hard, across the face.  Romeo reached up and slapped her right back.
"Don't you hit me, you f      ' bitch!"  he screamed, "just because I let you know I like what you've got!  I'm a MAN, don't you ever forget it!"
I came around the counter and in a moment had Romeo right by the hair!  "Don't you ever hit a woman in my presence again, you little animal!"  I told him.  "You ever do, I'll BREAK that f      ' arm!"
"Huh!"  Romeo grunted.  "Not much of a man are you?  You have to slap 'em around once and a while, or they won't have any respect for you."
"They don't have any respect for you, anyway!"  I answered.
Sunny put her hand on my arm.  "Don't worry, Gerald," she said, with a smile, "this will be taken care of.  Don't bother with this trash."
"Just as long as he understands," I answered.  I let Romeo go and he headed back to the cooks' station, mumbling about having to work with wimps that didn't understand women.  A little while later the boss came back.
"Gerald," he said, "in the future, stay out of it when the cooks are having problems with the waitresses.  It's none of your concern."
"I don't know what YOU were told," I answered "but I'm not going to let ANY cook abuse the waitresses."
"Just let men be men around here," the boss complained.
"I will," I told him, "but I won't let them be animals."
The boss shook his head and walked off.  I came to work the next afternoon and was just getting set up when the back door opened and a mountain walked in.  I'm a pretty big guy and I stand 6 foot, but this guy had another 6 inches on me, and made me look puny.  He stepped in front of me and growled.  "Are you Gerald?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Who is it they call Romeo?"  he asked.
"Over there on the grill," I answered.
"I'll be back," the man remarked.  He walked over, grabbed Romeo by the shoulders, turned him around, grabbed ahold of the front of his shirt with his right hand, then his left hand proceeded to pound Romeo in the face three times, until Romeo's nose lay neatly on the side of his face.  The man then let go and Romeo fell to the floor, moaning and groaning. The man stood over him and snapped "You ever touch my wife again, and I'll come back and finish the job, do you understand me?"
Romeo muttered "Yes sir!  Yes sir!"
The man walked back to me.
"I just wanted you to know," he remarked, "he's a piece of s***, you're a gentleman.  I appreciate what  you did last night."
The boss came into the kitchen and the man asked, "Who's that?
"The boss," I answered.
"Good!"  the man snapped.  He walked over, grabbed the boss and slammed him into the wall.  "My wife needs this stinking job," he told him.  "She's going to work here until she finds something better.  Any of your animals ever touch her again, I'll come back and beat YOU to a pulp, before I take care of them.  Do you understand me?"
"It was just a misunderstanding," the boss muttered.  "You had no right to do that!"
Sunny's husband slammed his head hard into the wall.  "Do you understand what I just told you?" he roared, "or do I have to give you a demonstration right here and now?"
"All right!"  the boss screamed, "All right!  I get the idea There won't be any more trouble but tell your wife to hurry up and find something else!"
Sunny's husband let go of the boss, walked up to me, and said "Thanks again!"  and walked out the door.
It was purely mean but I couldn't resist.  I walked over, leaned down, looked at Romeo and remarked "Hey, Romeo, not much of a man, are you?"