Sunday November 15th, I was working at The Walrus in Bismarck, North Dakota. It was a slow morning and the cooks and the waitress were horsing around. I knealt down by the cart that is used by the dish machine to clean some garbage off it. Suddenly something drove into my backsides and I heard an explosion of laughter. I was immediately in excruciating pain. I looked up to see one of the cooks and the waitress walking towards the sink. The waitress was saying something like "I got him good!" Realizing what had happened I immediately began to tell the waitress off. The long haired cook, I don't know his name, don't want to, spun around and started towards me as if he was going to attack me. I simply looked at him and he backed off.
I continued to explain very strongly to the waitress that she was never, under any circumstances, to strike me again. I was very blunt in explaining to her what she was. She began to argue with me that she had done nothing wrong, she was only playing. Several times during the argument the long haired cook again made advances towards me, as if he was going to confront me. The other cook, John, who was working out back, tried to calm me down. The short haired cook appeared from out front and began to hang around but made no advances towards me. He's a little slow, but he isn't crazy.
Finally, the waitress and the long haired cook filled her sterilizer buckets and went back out front. When they got out there I thought I heard the long haired cook say something like "We got him! We got him!" and something else that I could not make out, but I could not be positive.
We continued to work the day. The male chef came in. I told him what had happened and he immediately began to argue that the girl had done nothing, that I had been wrong to attack her, she was only playing. I finally went home, came back and the male chef again made comments that I was in the wrong. The boss finally came in and told me I was dismissed. I had issues. I had terrified the poor girl and she had done nothing, it was a playful little tap, that I wouldn't be reasonable and get along with the other employees. I departed. As I was leaving the waitress grinned at me and I walked over to her telling her "Thanks alot, slut!" and she screamed "Why do you hate me? Why do you hate me?" If she couldn't figure that out, she's stupider than I think she is!
But it's pretty obvious to me that the whole incident was a set up. They were not only trying to get me to tell off the waitress, but to attack the cook. However, he couldn't begin the altercation. Since the incident I have been having physical problems that show this was no mere playful tap, but a severe blow, including bleeding from the rectum because I have a condition that a severe blow irritates. I have been doing well for many weeks and that this incident has caused this condition to flare up again is very irritating to me! It was a simple, straightforward incident. I wasn't doing anything, I wasn't bothering anyone, I was doing my work and I was attacked viciously, which I consider completely unaceptable under any circumstances. No one has the right to hurt someone else to amuse themselves. It is simply against everything I believe in! And it is impossible to expect someone else not to say anything when he's been brutalized, especially when waiting and speaking to the owner trying to get decent treatment doesn't work. The abuse just continues. No effort is made to control it at all. And the statement is often made "Why can't you get along with the young people?"
This is the best account I can give of what happened.