Dad, Family, and Fire: I do nae work ‘ere laddie! XXL IDontWorkHere Lady& 20h 20h MadFamous Love self.IDontWorkHereLady 87% Up Vote OC This happened years ago, my dad’s cousin Robert was visiting from Scottland for the first time (we live in Canada) he had been taking turns staying at each of my dad’s siblings that lived near by. That day he was staying with my parents, we had had a nice lunch together at their home, but for dinner we were going out to a nice restaurant. My mother, father, his cousin, my lil bro and I, two of my aunts and two of my uncles, so a pretty big party, we had called ahead to get a reservation. The whole family had dressed nicely since we knew were going somewhere nice for this special occasion.The restaurant where we were going was not the number one restaurant in the city, but it was pretty high end, one of my personal favourite places to eat in the city. The whole staff dressed nicely, but the manager and sommelier both wore suits. We got to the restaurant maybe fifteen minutes early, but our table was already ready so we were seated right away. I was friends with the sommelier in particular and knew most of the staff pretty well so i was talking to him a bit. We chatted about what wine they had gotten in recently, they had picked up a large collection from an estate sale that i hadn’t been able to attend myself. I ordered several bottles from this new collection for the table then went to seat myself The dinner rush was just starting as our waiter took our orders, Robert got up and headed for the bathroom which our server pointed out for him. As he was coming back around the corner toward our table, a skinny young guy in a tacky suit snapped his fingers at Robert who noticed and looked at him surprised and sort of offended. The man was loud, very needlessly loud, this was a nice place, people were talking in muted tones. Rude Young Man – “HAY! HAY YOU! YES YOU! WE’RE READY TO ORDER” Robert – “Beg pardon laddie? What’r yeh goin’ on about?” Robert’s accent was thick as oatmeal. Rude Young Man – “MY ORDER! TAKE MY ORDER! WE’RE READY!” it was about this moment Robert realized the rude young man thought he worked at the restaurant. Robert – “ah donae work ‘ere laddie!” the Rude Young Man was having none of this, his immediate anger was clearly apparent as he stood up. This situation was getting out of hand, i and my lil bro both got up from the table to go back up Robert, we got there almost the same time as the manager. Rude Young Man – now shouting – “YOU CAN’T TREAT ME LIKE THIS! DON’T YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!” Robert was recoiling, having heard so much about Canadian hospitality he was floored by this Rude Young Man. Floor manager stepped between Robert and his aggressor as Robert was stepping back and the Rude Young Man. Floor Manager – “Sir I don’t know who you think you are, but your behavior is unacceptable, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Rude Young Man – “I DEMAND YOU FIRE THIS SERVER! HE WAS VERY RUDE! YOU CAN’T TREAT ME LIKE THIS! MY DAD OWNS THIS PLACE! I’LL HAVE YOUR JOB! I’LL HAVE ALL OF YOUR JOBS!” This guy was so loud that the chef had come out to see what was the matter. Dressed in black with a black heavy leather apron, heavy leather knife sheaths on each hip hung on a belt around his waist, tattoos all over his arms and neck, muscular and a little over six feet tall. Chef was quite an imposing figure, particularly with the angry look on his face. At this point the whole restaurant was staring at the Rude Young Man Chef in an aggressive but not overly loud yet commanding voice – “This is over, you’re out of here, get up and get out, NOW.” Chef’s command allowed no rebuke, the skinny little pissant looked terrified, he and his lady friend both got up looking horrified and rushed out of the restaurant. I thought he was going to make another comment as he fled, but he just scurried away. Several people cheered, several others clapped as Chef retreated back to the kitchen. The excitement over, we ended up having a great rest of our meal, the floor manager ended up comping the whole meal (nearly 2 grand), both my dad and I really wanted to pay but he just refused to take our cards, so we ended up just leaving a big pile of cash on the table when we left. The following week I went back to the place with a friend, the sommelier was just itching to dish the news. Turned out the Rude Young Man’s dad had indeed owned the restaurant (part owner) he was a wealthy local land owner, business man and restaurateur. Unfortunately for that little pissant his father had not been on his side AT ALL when he tried to get everyone fired. Much to his dismay his father instead took away his trust fund, the penthouse he was living in, and his car. Kid ended up having to get a job for the first time in his life. 170 2.7k Joey for Reddit Rings true