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So guys, I haven’t posted in a while. Here is why. A lot of details in this thread have been changed for legal reasons, but this is the basic jist of what happened.
So I was assaulted by a customer. Here is where we begin:
Two weeks earlier…
It’s a very busy evening barshift. However it is nothing out of the ordinary. We are all working hard and running around like mad men. Suddenly, I hear a co-worker scream.
A customer has vaulted over the bar. He is a very rough looking customer who looks as though he has been on heroin his entire life. He has jumped over and is attempting to grab the drawer out of co-workers register. We were all very slow in reacting, mainly because we were stunned at what was happening. He completely failed in his mission however, and sent the entire contents of the register flying down the bar. He vaulted over the bar again and ran out the door.
Manager has called the police. We get a call a little while later saying they have arrested the guy. Horray. All is well, and we continue our shift.
Two weeks later…
The pub has closed and is being locked up for the night. Myself, the manager and three co-workers are leaving the building and walking to a car. Female co-worker and I are a little ahead of the rest of the group and we are having a nice chat. It had been a really nice evening and the five of us were going to get a take away and some beer together. As we are walking, I see two figures walking towards us. I think nothing of it and carry on our conversation. I go to step on to the road to let the two people pass…
Next thing I knew, I was flying onto the ground. I had been punched in the eye, hard. Female co-worker screamed and called for the other three co-workers to help. I managed to stand up, only to be punched in the nose, the temple and then on the forehead. The final punch made good use of his cheap, tacky ring and gave me a nice Harry Potter-esque cut. He pinned me to the ground, and in the chaos, I can just make out him yelling
“THAT’S WHAT YOU FUCKING GET FOR FUCKING CALLING THE POLICE ON ME!!!!”
It’s the SC who attempted to steal the register.
I do not react at all. I was completely stunned by what was going on. It was like I was in a dream like state. All I could think was "Is this really happening to me?"
The three co-workers had caught up by this point, and one of them kicked him as hard as he could in the head. He attempted to get up and fight CW, but CW punched him, knocking him to the ground. Another co-worker helped pin him while the final one helped me up. Unfortunately he managed to riggle free and took off down the street.
Me: Where’s *female co-worker*!!!???
I hear a scream. FCW is being chased down the street by the other guy. I hear him yell “GET OFF YOUR FUCKING PHONE BITCH!”
CW2 and I chase after him. I am in that much of a state that I can’t even run in a straight line. By some miracle we caught up with him before he got to FCW and grabbed him.
“I haven’t hit anyone pal!”
Me: Then why the fuck are you chasing her?!?
“I just wanted to make sure she was OK!”
Everything in this part of the story is 100% accurate.
I don’t know how I did it, but I was able to remain calm and controlled. I thought to myself that if I could lull him into a false sense of security, I could get him to wander off down the main road where I could get them picked up by the police.
Me: Pal, I don’t care. She just watched her friend get beat up. She’s definitely not OK.
“I’m really sorry about my friend. He’s had a lot to drink, he’s been starting fights everywhere.”
Me: That’s OK. Can you do me a favour then?
“Yeah, sure”
Me: Get your friend and take him home. OK? He’s had a lot to drink, he’s not in the best of moods, the best place for him is bed,
CW’s screamed out in disagreement, saying I should be calling the police.
Me: I’m the one that’s been assaulted. I’m making the decisions. Go down the road, collect your pal and take him home. OK?
“OK. I’ll do that.”
I don’t know how I managed to do it, but I stretched my arm out and went to shake his hand.
Me: I’m customersruinmylife
“I’m *Brainless Thug”
That’s right ladies and gentleman. He gave me his full fucking name. That is how stupid he was.
Me: I hope we meet again under better circumstances.
“I’ll go catch up with him. HEY! WAIT UP!!”
He runs off. I can see my attacker in the distance. He has stopped walking and is waiting for him to catch up. I turn to FCW.
Me: You still got your phone?
FCW: It’s in my bag, and it’s still connected to the police.
Yep. The police got the whole conversation, including an admittance from him and a name. Win.
We wait for the police to arrive and I am taken to hospital. The CW who fought with the guy is also taken in, as he punched him so hard that he broke his hand. While at the hospital, we get the news that the two of them have been arrested...at Brainless Thug’s home. Good job I got his name!
My injuries were not as bad as I thought, the main issue being the cut down my forehead. Within two days they had gone, thank fuck. We are at the hospital for hours and the police had to stop my interview several times as I kept slurring my words from being punched in the head. They actually thought I was drunk.
I had a massive debate about pressing charges. The main reason I was not keen was because the idea of a court case made me want to vomit. It would bring me no satisfaction going to court and reliving it all over again. I know that doesn't send out the right sort of message, but that's what I wanted. All I could hope for was that he was smart enough to plead guilty, and then I wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore.
He pleaded guilty, and he has a lot of priors. Looks as though he’s going away
It was unbelievable. The whole incident was over with within the space of two minutes. I’m actually stunned at how calm I was through the whole thing. It was only after the police took me home that I had a little cry. A couple of the co-workers that were there stayed at my place for a couple of days just to make sure I was OK. Had to take a few days off work as well, due to the fact that my face had ballooned.
It’s kind of weird, but this incident has actually made me feel better than I have done in months. It has truely made me appreciate what I have. The co-workers that jumped to my defence were actually my closest friends at the pub. Now I no longer class them as co-worker friends. I class them as true friends.
I still don’t understand what this guy hoped to gain though. For starters, he attacked the wrong guy. I wasn’t involved at all in his attempt to steal a register, nor did I contact the police. I was just there. He made it clear who he was and why he was doing it, and that he had quite clearly been lurking around waiting for us to leave. And I am sure that this guy would be stupid enough to try and get served in the pub again.
So I was assaulted by a customer. Here is where we begin:
Two weeks earlier…
It’s a very busy evening barshift. However it is nothing out of the ordinary. We are all working hard and running around like mad men. Suddenly, I hear a co-worker scream.
A customer has vaulted over the bar. He is a very rough looking customer who looks as though he has been on heroin his entire life. He has jumped over and is attempting to grab the drawer out of co-workers register. We were all very slow in reacting, mainly because we were stunned at what was happening. He completely failed in his mission however, and sent the entire contents of the register flying down the bar. He vaulted over the bar again and ran out the door.
Manager has called the police. We get a call a little while later saying they have arrested the guy. Horray. All is well, and we continue our shift.
Two weeks later…
The pub has closed and is being locked up for the night. Myself, the manager and three co-workers are leaving the building and walking to a car. Female co-worker and I are a little ahead of the rest of the group and we are having a nice chat. It had been a really nice evening and the five of us were going to get a take away and some beer together. As we are walking, I see two figures walking towards us. I think nothing of it and carry on our conversation. I go to step on to the road to let the two people pass…
Next thing I knew, I was flying onto the ground. I had been punched in the eye, hard. Female co-worker screamed and called for the other three co-workers to help. I managed to stand up, only to be punched in the nose, the temple and then on the forehead. The final punch made good use of his cheap, tacky ring and gave me a nice Harry Potter-esque cut. He pinned me to the ground, and in the chaos, I can just make out him yelling
“THAT’S WHAT YOU FUCKING GET FOR FUCKING CALLING THE POLICE ON ME!!!!”
It’s the SC who attempted to steal the register.
I do not react at all. I was completely stunned by what was going on. It was like I was in a dream like state. All I could think was "Is this really happening to me?"
The three co-workers had caught up by this point, and one of them kicked him as hard as he could in the head. He attempted to get up and fight CW, but CW punched him, knocking him to the ground. Another co-worker helped pin him while the final one helped me up. Unfortunately he managed to riggle free and took off down the street.
Me: Where’s *female co-worker*!!!???
I hear a scream. FCW is being chased down the street by the other guy. I hear him yell “GET OFF YOUR FUCKING PHONE BITCH!”
CW2 and I chase after him. I am in that much of a state that I can’t even run in a straight line. By some miracle we caught up with him before he got to FCW and grabbed him.
“I haven’t hit anyone pal!”
Me: Then why the fuck are you chasing her?!?
“I just wanted to make sure she was OK!”
Everything in this part of the story is 100% accurate.
I don’t know how I did it, but I was able to remain calm and controlled. I thought to myself that if I could lull him into a false sense of security, I could get him to wander off down the main road where I could get them picked up by the police.
Me: Pal, I don’t care. She just watched her friend get beat up. She’s definitely not OK.
“I’m really sorry about my friend. He’s had a lot to drink, he’s been starting fights everywhere.”
Me: That’s OK. Can you do me a favour then?
“Yeah, sure”
Me: Get your friend and take him home. OK? He’s had a lot to drink, he’s not in the best of moods, the best place for him is bed,
CW’s screamed out in disagreement, saying I should be calling the police.
Me: I’m the one that’s been assaulted. I’m making the decisions. Go down the road, collect your pal and take him home. OK?
“OK. I’ll do that.”
I don’t know how I managed to do it, but I stretched my arm out and went to shake his hand.
Me: I’m customersruinmylife
“I’m *Brainless Thug”
That’s right ladies and gentleman. He gave me his full fucking name. That is how stupid he was.
Me: I hope we meet again under better circumstances.
“I’ll go catch up with him. HEY! WAIT UP!!”
He runs off. I can see my attacker in the distance. He has stopped walking and is waiting for him to catch up. I turn to FCW.
Me: You still got your phone?
FCW: It’s in my bag, and it’s still connected to the police.
Yep. The police got the whole conversation, including an admittance from him and a name. Win.
We wait for the police to arrive and I am taken to hospital. The CW who fought with the guy is also taken in, as he punched him so hard that he broke his hand. While at the hospital, we get the news that the two of them have been arrested...at Brainless Thug’s home. Good job I got his name!
My injuries were not as bad as I thought, the main issue being the cut down my forehead. Within two days they had gone, thank fuck. We are at the hospital for hours and the police had to stop my interview several times as I kept slurring my words from being punched in the head. They actually thought I was drunk.
I had a massive debate about pressing charges. The main reason I was not keen was because the idea of a court case made me want to vomit. It would bring me no satisfaction going to court and reliving it all over again. I know that doesn't send out the right sort of message, but that's what I wanted. All I could hope for was that he was smart enough to plead guilty, and then I wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore.
He pleaded guilty, and he has a lot of priors. Looks as though he’s going away
It was unbelievable. The whole incident was over with within the space of two minutes. I’m actually stunned at how calm I was through the whole thing. It was only after the police took me home that I had a little cry. A couple of the co-workers that were there stayed at my place for a couple of days just to make sure I was OK. Had to take a few days off work as well, due to the fact that my face had ballooned.
It’s kind of weird, but this incident has actually made me feel better than I have done in months. It has truely made me appreciate what I have. The co-workers that jumped to my defence were actually my closest friends at the pub. Now I no longer class them as co-worker friends. I class them as true friends.
I still don’t understand what this guy hoped to gain though. For starters, he attacked the wrong guy. I wasn’t involved at all in his attempt to steal a register, nor did I contact the police. I was just there. He made it clear who he was and why he was doing it, and that he had quite clearly been lurking around waiting for us to leave. And I am sure that this guy would be stupid enough to try and get served in the pub again.
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