Got talking to one of the waitresses the other day about how long I'd worked different places, and I told her "Sometimes it was a very short stay! Like the time I punched the boss and walked out the door." And she asked me "Why would you punch a boss?" I said "Well, when a man slaps a fourteen year old girl in my presence he's lucky if he doesn't get more than the single punch!" The waitress went "Oh!" and didn't want to know any more. But I kept thinking about that incident all day. This new place had opened up not very far from where I lived and I got a job on the morning shift. The boss seemed rather personable and for the first day everything went rather smoothly. Then this cute little girl walked in the back door. It ended up she was fourteen, and this was her very first job for the summer. I never even got her name! But she'd only been working a few minutes when I heard a shreik and she came back into the kitchen all in tears. The boss came charging in behind her.
"What do you think you're doing?" he screamed. "You don't tell off a customer in the middle of a diningroom! You don't scream at a man for a little touch! You go back out there and apologize right now!"
"A man doesn't say something like that to me!" the girl answered. "I'm not a whore! And no man touches me like that!"
All of a sudden the boss slapped her. "Smarten up, you damned bitch!" he screamed "That's what you're here for! You're candy to bring in the male customers, and when they let you know you're cute you'll just smile. And if they take a little feel you'll pretend you don't notice. Now get back out there!"
"No!" the girl screamed, "I'm done! I won't work for somebody like you!"
"Get back out there!" the boss screamed again.
By this time I'd gotten over there, and I nailed him! I punched him right in the side of the head with everything I had! He went down to his knees moaning "Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" I took the girl's arm and said "Get your purse, darlin', get your coat. I'll take you home!" And to the boss I snapped, "Stay right there, don't get up until we're out the door!"
The boss just kept moaning. I grabbed my coat, got the young lady out to my car, and the burly cook came up to me. "The boss wants you two back in the kitchen now!" he snapped. "You don't walk out on him!"
"You don't really want to argue about this," I told him. "Just go back in the kitchen, now! Not another word! If you want a fight I'll give you one, and you'll lose!"
"Are you a lunatic or something?" the cook asked. "Are all of you people crazy?"
"I'm a Mainac," I told him, and if you're going to be hanging around this state you'd better get used to how we act! Your boss has got problems and he's not gonna last long around here!"
The cook backed off muttering "You're crazy! You're crazy! You're a nut job!" and headed back into the restaurant.
I drove the young lady home, went to the unemployment office, and was working again that afternoon! I never even went back for my check! But I got it in the mail a couple of weeks later with a note from the boss saying he was sorry I didn't understand what being a man was, but he'd added a few dollars just to show no hard feelings. I never bothered replying! About a year later I happened to be driving by there again and I noticed there was a big CLOSED sign out in the yard and the restaurant was all boarded up. I wasn't surprised! I wasn't surprised at all! I ran into the girl several years later with an older gentleman in the store. She introduced him as her father and that he wanted to say thank you, that she had never even gotten my name. I simply told them I was glad I was there.
Yep! A lot of people complain about my temper. Some people complain about it a lot!

THE END

Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.
( Albert Einstein )