At least the shift wasn't boring...

I’m in trouble at work. I got into a bit of a fight with a customer, which apparently is a bit of a no-no. It was after my shift, and it was outside in the car park, but it’s still being frowned on by the management. His name is Gordon something-or-other and he was in the year below me at school. Ginger-haired tosser. He was about as popular in class as impetigo.
He came in drunk or stoned at about 3am and recognized me immediately. He kept coming back to my aisle and abusing me, at first showing off to his fat mate, then just doing it for his own amusement. It was annoying rather than hurtful, but then he said “Your sister was a slut as well – she got passed around the school like a rugby ball” so I accidentally dropped a 6-pint pack of milk on his foot. He was right, but you have to defend your family don’t you? He yelped like a kitten with its foot on a pin and then sloped off saying “You’ll get yours, bitch.” I smiled and went back to work, and thought it was all done with, but the idiot sat outside waiting for me. He was still there cold and ugly at 6.30 when I left. He pushed me and said something nonsensical and incoherent, so I gently clattered him across the head, and that was it really. But unfortunately, Jim the over-enthusiastic security guy had seen him loitering outside and was keeping an eye on him. As soon as we scuffled, he piled in like a Hells Angel at a Rolling Stones concert and, of course, I was still in my uniform….
I have a disciplinary meeting on Monday.
I’m hoping they might choose to suspend me…

RC 25-11-09