I suppose it is because we moved around so much and most of the jobs I've had are exposed to the public, but it seems like I have had more than my share of strange experiences! I used to work for a very bad tempered boss, but for some reason him and I got along just fine. Everybody kept telling me about his temper, but I had never seen any example of it. Then one evening there were only three of us left in the place, myself, the boss, and our very attractive bartender. Suddenly I heard the bartender shriek. She came rushing out in the kitchen naked, from the waist up! She ran up to me and I took off my jacket and gave it to her. "What happened?" I asked.
"The customer in the bar," she finally managed. "He's been quiet all night. I went over with his bill. All of a sudden he said 'Honey, let's see if what I've been paying for all night was worth it!' and he ripped my blouse and bra off!"
"You go tell the boss," I told her, "I'll watch him until the police get here."
I went into the bar. The man still sat there. He'd gotten himself a bottle and poured a fresh drink. The boss appeared beside him.
"Gerald," he snapped, "go unlock the door and stand by it. When I tell you too, open it." He went over to the drunk, took out his wallet, and counted out some money. "That's for your bill," he announced, "that's for Mary's blouse and bra, and that's for her embarrassment." He put the man's wallet back in his pocket, grabbed him by the back of the shirt and by the seat of the pants, and said "Gerald, open the door!"
I did so. The man came flying across the bar and went sailing out the door! I swear he went twelve feet through the air before his face met the tar! "Watch him," the boss ordered, "'til the police get here." I did so.
The police finally arrived, picked him up, threw him in the back of their cruiser, waved to me and drove off!
The next day when the bartender came in she walked up to me, all timid. "Well," she whispered, "you're not going to tell anybody what you saw last night, are you?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked. "I didn't see anything."
The bartender smiled and kissed me on the cheek, and headed off.
Yeah, that particular boss had a temper! You didn't want to mess with him, or, any of his employees. He didn't appreciate it very much.
A couple of days later the drunk, escorted by the police, came to pay the room bill, was put in his car, and sent on his way. I don't think he visited our fair community for some time! I don't think he liked our hospitality!

We cannot think but wonder what has happened to the world, the difference time has made. When this incident occurred around 1962 or '63 nothing was thought of it. You can imagine the outcry today! "Oh my God! You violated this man's rights! You took his money without good process. You couldn't prove he committed the offense. It was her word against his." Things would be so different today. The guy would probably have sued for using undo force, and you wonder sometimes if it's a good thing, or, a bad thing. Life was a lot simpler then. You didn't worry too much about a stupid person's feelings, you just did what was right. Maybe things have gotten just a little too complicated. We worry just a little bit too much about the criminal. To be fair, they have rights, but when we worry more about them, than the victim, things have gotten seriously wrong. We have to balance things. We can't worry so much about how somebody was brought up, we've just got to worry about rather what they're doing is right or wrong. That's the important thing! Just because somebody was poor doesn't mean they have a right to steal. Just because somebody was abused does not mean they should abuse. We are giving them too many excuses. Just because one person wants to be a pervert doesn't mean that everyone else has to be, simple truths we should return to.