I was around 17, living on my own. when I got a job as a waitress at a dumpy restaurant. The manager was a horrible man who would scream at and harrass his staff. One day, I watched while he screamed at this poor young waitress, reducing her to tears. I stood there calmly taking my break in the kitchen, eating a banana, looking at him and thinking what a jerk he was. When he was done with her, he turned to me and made a filthy comment about young girls who liked bananas. To which I replied, “I quit. This is my notice.” He went really crazy then and told me to get out immediately. I said I would leave as soon as he paid me for the time I had worked that I hadn't been paid for yet - two weeks. He said he wasn't paying me a penny and to get out. So I got out — I sat on the front step in my uniform. Whenever a customer came up to the door I related what a terrible person he was and the things he said to me, how he treated the staff. After a little while, he came out and screamed he was calling the police if I didn't leave. I said go ahead, I'll tell them what you said to me and how you treat the young girls here. He went back in, came out 15 minutes later with a check. I said I want cash. He went back inside and came back, very subdued and polite. and paid me cash. Maybe not the greatest revenge, but I got what was due me. For a young girl on her own, having to deal with crappy jobs and crappy employers, it felt real good.