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I ended up bringing the dickwad partially home. He started going off on a rant that I was NOT treating him with the respect he deserves because I’d been ignoring him. I told him that he has no right to say that because he has to earn my respect first in order for me to disrespect him. He asked who the hell I was and I told him that I’m his boss’s kid sister; I don’t give a flying fuck if he likes me, hates me, loves me or not but I’m demanding the respect from him.

He starts yelling at me and disrespecting me, calling me all different kind of names in both English and Spanish. Little does he know that I understand quite a bit of what he’s saying in Spanish.

“Escuchme, puta! El hecho de que nos cogio una vez no te da al derecho de llarme puta, prostituta, y cualquier otra cosa que quieras. Yo so la hermana del jefe. Eres la ayuda. Ya sea que quiera o no, yo so parte de la gestion y puedo tenerte despedido en santiamen. Ni siquiera necesito una razon. Una palabra a mi hermano y te has ido! Usted me faltas el respeto, me gritas o me llamas un nombre una vez mas, te puedo garantizar que en menos de minutes que no tendra un trabajo mas!” I said, telling him that just because we fucked one time doesn’t give him the right to call me names, I’m the boss’s sister, he’s the help; whether he wants to or not he needs to respect me or I can have him fired in a heartbeat, I don’t need a reason just need one word to my brother and less than two minutes, he won’t have a job anymore.

He shut up immediately. A few seconds later, I had the chance to pull over and stopped my car. I told him to get the hell out of my car. He started calling me crazy. I picked up my personal cell phone to call my brother. Before the phone could ring once, the dickwad apologized so I hung up my phone and repeated the request for him to get the hell out of my car. He started to protest. I unbuckled my seatbelt, leaned over him to open the door, unbuckled him, threw his bag out of the car and yelled at him to get the fuck out. He threatened to call the police on me. I asked what the cops are gonna do for him, laugh at him for being an idiot? I told him the police wouldn’t side with him! They’d side with me because I was trying to protect myself from an over sized, over muscled, low IQ thug.

He finally got out, cursing that I kicked him out of my car but I didn’t care. I turned around and headed home. As I was driving home, my brother called me on the business phone he has given me.

“Hey, sis. What’s going on with H? Why did you kick him out of your car on such a cold night?” my brother asked. “I know that you had a good reason!”

“Oh. He thinks that me driving him home means something but it doesn’t. He got mad at me for not giving him the respect he claims he deserves from me. I called him out on that. He started calling me names in English and Spanish so I yelled at him,” I explained.

“What exactly did you tell him?” my brother asked. “He said that you threatened to dismember his penis from his body!”

“Really? He said that?” I asked. “He was calling me whore and prostitute so I told him that I’m your kid sister, on some level of management, he’s the help. I’m the one who deserves the respect, NOT him! I told him that all I need is one word to you and that he’d be fired in a heartbeat. I pulled over and told him countless times to get the fuck out of my car.”

“Anything else happen?” my brother prodded me.

“I opened his door, unbuckled him, threw his bag out of the car and told him again to get out of my car. He said he’d call the cops on me, I replied that the cops would side with me and not him. He started cursing that I kicked him out of my car for no good reason but I didn’t care!”

“First, you know how I feel about you driving the staff home; especially the guys. Second, how long has he been treating you like this? Third, I don’t want him in your car anymore or even near your car. Fourth, I will warn him NOT to piss you off and to respect you, not because you’re my kid sister, but because I have you on staff as management to run the restaurant when I’m not there. If need be, call me again if he treats you like this again and I’ll authorize you to fire him. Fifth, I do NOT anyone in your car with you if I don’t trust them 100% with you.  The only person on my staff that is not related to either of us, including my wife your sister in law, is R. I know that you drive him home almost every night. I’d rather you not but he’s the only one I trust with my life and your life. No other male staff member is allowed in your car without someone else in it with you two!”

“Understood loud and clear, boss!” I said, glad to know that my brother had my back.

“I’m off to call that bastardo back and tell him to back off of you. If he bothers you again, just let me know, ok, kiddo?”

“Got it,” I said. “Love you, meat head!”

“Good,” he replied. “Love you too, fat head!”

“Shit for brains!” I replied.

“Pea brain!” my brother said.

“Snot for brains!” I said.

“Puta!” he called me!

“Ooooh, like that hurt, brother!” I replied.  “That cut deep, hijo de puta!”

“Ok, I’m going to bed, you little brat! Get home safely!” my brother said.

“Will do, butthead. See you tomorrow!” I said.

I got home safely and went straight to bed. The next morning when I went into work, the dickwad ignored me most of the day, thank God for my brother. The day went on ok and everyone was asking if I was ok and I said I was fine then asked why. They said that this guy was informed that if he said anything directly to me during the next 36 hours that we worked together, my brother would fire him and file a harassment suit against him for harassing me constantly. I batted my eyelashes like I was in shock and claimed that it was news to me – even though I secretly knew my brother would do something like that to protect me.

The weeks have gone on since then and I’ve had no problems with him since. One time I had asked him to make me lunch and he did. I was surprised that he did and that it was up to my brother’s standards. At the end of the day, I went up to him and thanked him for lunch and that he surprised me which is a good thing. He looked a little surprised but he thanked me for my kind words and I went on my way.

A few days later, my brother fired the guy’s sorry ass.