67. My Dad Is The Best
When I was 15/16, working at my family’s restaurant, there was a Christmas party, and they booked out the front room.
This one old guy kept complaining every time I brought him food/took it away. When dessert came, he made some snide comment, and I burst into tears.
When I got back to the kitchen, my dad saw me crying and asked what was wrong. I said it was ok and not to worry.
The next minute my dad storms out of the kitchen and asks the entire front room who made his daughter cry.
The room goes silent, and everyone points him out. Dad rips into him for making a child cry and told him he’s not welcome back.
The old guy tries to defend himself, saying I wasn’t doing my job. Dad said something along the line of him not doing a good job as a human.
I miss working with him.