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Published on November 7, 2005 By Tova7 In Misc

When I was sixteen I worked at Ponderosa. For those of you unfamiliar with “the Rosa” let me elaborate on the experience of working there in the mid 80’s.

Ponderosa was a steak house with an old west theme. You walk in, get a tray, place your steak order, and move your tray on down the line, cafeteria style, toward the cashier. On the way you see the chef cooking up his steaks on the grill and other employees preparing your food.

Beside the chef you see the baked potato racks. Two large stainless steel industrial grade ovens filled with aluminum foil covered baked potatoes. One person worked the baked potato racks full time. He (or she) constantly filled the empty spaces with new spuds, and dropped hot ones on metal shaped plates after the chef put a steak on them.

Then the metal shaped plate went to the “runner.” The runner took the meat and potato and added any side items, like mushrooms, onions, butter, and sour cream. The runner placed the metal plate on a larger wooden one (old west type feel here) and literally speed walked the still sizzling steak to the customer, who had by this time made his/her way past all this business to the cashier, paid and found a table. And most were eating away on their buffet salads.

I was a runner. I wore the 100% polyester brown bib overall dress with two deep pockets in the front and a flaring skirt. Whenever I’d come home from work and go straight to the back porch where my uncle took up his nightly vigil on the swing, raccoons would smell the food on me and flock to our yard. I almost always had bits and pieces of food that fell in my pockets during my shift to throw them.

It wasn’t rocket science but I liked my job. The restaurant was within driving distance of several Triple A school districts all ferocious about their football teams. And there were kids from most of them working The Rosa. So you can imagine the “smack” talk that was passed around in fun.

I was a peppy upbeat kinda person. I was also my school mascot. Now before you laugh I will tell you it was very hard to get. There were auditions and practices with the cheerleaders. There was no way I could cheerlead because of my work schedule, not to mention the same girls did it for 6 years straight. And I was the new girl.

So I auditioned, and finally became the blue bird!!

One Friday night we were playing a rival school for the chance at the state championship. It was either us or them, so the stadium was packed. I was dancing and jumping my heart out. We won!

Saturday night celebration party! The next day, Sunday, still high on the win, I wore my school paraphernalia to work. Blue ribbon pony tail, badges and letters and under my bib overall dress, my school t-shirt. I had spirit, yes I did I had spirit, how bout you?

Sorry flashback.

So the Sunday crowd is lined up around the building waiting for us to open. I bee bop in to congratulations from all my co-workers. (Like I personally led the football team to victory with my blue bird costume!)

It didn’t take long before the ribbing started. School rivalry and all that.

We let the crowd in, but the line never seemed to shrink. It was disconcerting to be working and have a whole line of people (waiting on the cashier) face you and watch you work. Sometimes they’d chat me up, but we (employees) were usually talking to each other.

But I was hap-hap-happy. We were one step closer to state…which meant I got to ride with the CUTE football players all the way down to Louisville because my bird head was too big most vehicles the cheerleaders were taking. The football team took a bus. Oh yeah!

I noticed pretty quickly that our potato guy was being really slow. He was causing the sizzling steaks to lose their sizzle. Smart mouth that I was I “encouraged” him to hurry up in a myriad of ways not the least of which was dogging his football team, of which he was a tight end, and just incidentally who we had beat out Friday night for state. Whew.

Now I was all of 5’3” and 120 pounds, maybe. I wasn’t tiny, but athletic. He was over 6 foot and from recent bragging I knew he was getting a full ride football scholarship to college. He was beefy in only the way 17 year old guys who lift weights and want to be as big as possible can be.

I called out for a tator and added a “hurry up shesh!” to it, then looked bashfully at the customer standing two feet in front of me while I worked.

When I turned to face tator boy to see what was taking so long, he grabbed me by the neck. His hand covered my entire neck. At first I thought it was a joke, so I kinda laughed and rolled my eyes. But then he started squeezing.

He put his other hand on top of the one around my neck and lifted me off the ground. He increased the pressure and when I looked in his face I saw he was serious.

The customers two feet away, and the people I worked with beside me, all stopped, and WATCHED.

The pressure increased around my neck.  I couldn’t breathe. I kicked him dead on right between the legs as hard as I could. Now remember I was a tumbler and a runner…had strong legs. He laughed!! Not a ha-ha laugh but a evil “I’m gonna kill you laugh.”

And the people around us, WATCHED.

I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t have the length in my arms to reach his eyes or any other part of him either. The light began to fade.  Black edges closed in the periphery of my vision.  I went limp.  The darkness was almost complete when he dropped me to the floor. He just let go. I fell hard on the terra cotta grease covered tiles. It forced air right back into my lungs. My vision came back crystal clear.

And everyone around us, WATCHED.

So I stumbled up. He was surprised to see me get up, I saw it in his face. Then that dead look came back into his eyes and he started for me again. This time I RAN. The only place to go was back in the kitchen where the dishwasher spent his time pushing racks of dirty dishes through a huge silver washing machine.

I knew potato boy was hot on my ass so as I passed the clean dishes I grabbed a big knife. (Look, at this point I knew I was on my own, and I couldn’t fight him.)  So I turn around and when he sees the knife he hesitates. Just long enough for the manager to come running in the kitchen screaming about the customers still being able to see us.

I found my voice. I screamed he tried to kill me. Call the police!

Instead, the manager took a dive for the knife. Once potato boy saw the manager grab me, he joined in the fray punching me when he could. I had that knife though and those idiots couldn’t get it from me. But for the sake of not killing one of them, or them killing me, I threw it across the room.

The manager grabbed me by the ribbons and potato boy by his shirt and threw us out the back fire door and then shut it. I had no way to get back inside,  It was a fire door, only handle was on the inside, and now I was alone in an alcove with potato boy. This was all in view of the patrons and other workers of the restaurant.

Know what they did?

They WATCHED.

So I was outside in this alcove. Metal fire door with no handle behind me, one wall on each side of me, one way out straight ahead. Except Potato boy had taken up residence there and used his height to keep me from escaping while gleefully punching my breasts and stomach. I was screaming bloody murder and people were standing in line waiting to get in to eat and ……WATCHING.

I kicked, snarled, screamed when he landed beefy blows on my flesh, in what seemed to last forever.

FINALLY, a man, a dwarf, shoved potato guy from the rear and distracted him so I could run inside to the office. I locked myself in the office and called my cousin. (I lived with my aunt, uncle and cousin.)

Within five minutes three vehicles were jack knifed in the parking lot so no one could enter or leave and still running. My cousin had his own landscaping business, he came first just getting off work and was filthy. My uncle showed up minutes later with a baseball bat. Last my ultra ladylike aunt showed up screaming wanting to know why I didn’t kick him in the balls!!

All this in front of the entire restaurant while they watched.

My cousin found potato boy hiding in the walk in freezer. My aunt was all over the manager so he was trying to escape her wrath by hiding in the office. Business was at a stand still.

I stood behind my cousin in the walk in fridge saying, “Why don’t you hit him like you hit me you fat piece of shit! What you got nothing to say now you loser?” I was so angry.

And they watched.

At the end of all this, no cops came can you believe that?

I quit on the spot.

As I was leaving, bruised and bloodied, ribbons limp and hair a mess, I looked at the restaurant patrons in general and said, “Thanks for nothing you pitiful pieces of shit!”

Later a friend told me he was mental and had to be committed his first year of college. Whatever!

Supposedly they still tell this story at that restaurant. Hehe.

The lesson I learned from this? There isn’t always safety in numbers.

Sometimes they just WATCH.


Comments (Page 2)
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on Nov 08, 2005
have seen strangers step in to protect a lady


Maybe they didn't think I was a lady???? Buwhahahaha.

I was a bit mouthy.....just a tinsy winsy bit.
on Nov 08, 2005

Maybe they didn't think I was a lady???? Buwhahahaha.

I was a bit mouthy.....just a tinsy winsy bit.

I never meant to imply you were not!

And being a bit mouthy would get you called a bitch, not choked to death.  It is their shame for simply Watching.  It is our shame that they are fellow countrymen.

on Nov 08, 2005
And being a bit mouthy would get you called a bitch, not choked to death. It is their shame for simply Watching. It is our shame that they are fellow countrymen.


You mean beeeeaaach?? HEHe

Thanks Doc. That is nice and I am glad there are guys out there who would do something.

This is actually one of two experiences in my life when I was attacked by a man and others stood and watched.

I'll write about the other time, well, some other time!! hehe
on Nov 08, 2005

And being a bit mouthy would get you called a bitch, not choked to death. It is their shame for simply Watching. It is our shame that they are fellow countrymen.


You mean beeeeaaach?? HEHe

Thanks Doc. That is nice and I am glad there are guys out there who would do something.

This is actually one of two experiences in my life when I was attacked by a man and others stood and watched.

I'll write about the other time, well, some other time!! hehe


Had I been there the guy would have felt the business end of a pistol barrel pressing on the back of his head and heard the words "Freeze, Asshole!" along with the click of the hammer locking into place at full cock. I CAN not/Will not let any male beat on a female.
on Nov 08, 2005
Had I been there the guy would have felt the business end of a pistol barrel pressing on the back of his head and heard the words "Freeze, Asshole!" along with the click of the hammer locking into place at full cock. I CAN not/Will not let any male beat on a female


That woulda been a great thing to see...and I sure I'd have been standing behind ya saying...."Heh, you feeling lucky? Come on Punk, make my day!"
on Nov 08, 2005
Wow Tonya what an experience! And I can't believe everyone just stood there and watched! Your relatives should have beat the crap out of the manager too because he was just as bad for letting it continue!

I always have to get involve when I see injustice being done to someone else. Me and my loud mouth, nope I cannot and refuse to stand by and let other people walk over someone who can't defend themselves. Even if I get a whooping too but they would have to break my arms for me not to be able to hit back because one way or the other someone would get hurt too.

Geech....I hate people who do that, just stand there and do absolutely nothing. Shock is ok for a few seconds but after that dammit get into action! Cowards!
on Nov 08, 2005
I always have to get involve when I see injustice being done to someone else


I can see that about you.

Geech....I hate people who do that, just stand there and do absolutely nothing


I dont' hate them, but dang it does disappoint me. For a long time I thought maybe it was me they just didn't want to help me. But then I started hearing similar stories.

I wonder why people, in groups, act so stupid. Riots, mobs, WATCHERS. It's like the i.q. drops the more people you have......makes you go hmmmmmmm,
on Nov 09, 2005
That was a terrible ordeal and a shame that no on e helped.

But there are still people ready to step up:

Link



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on Nov 09, 2005
Thanks infogeek....I am really glad they stepped in, I would have liked it lots better if they woulda beat his butt before calling the cops....

but that's just me!
on Jul 11, 2006
So I'm going through some of your older articles that I haven't seen yet. You're a strong lady. Sheesh, the life you've lived.

This particular article about people simply WATCHING others in harm's way reminds me of this Link

Also on this topic, in first aid class we learned that when we're witnesses to a tragic event and everyone else is just WATCHING, we've GOT to be the one to take action. My personality isn't such that I'd be one to take action, but ever since that class I've been in a couple situations in which I truly was the only one to jump out there and help.

My own husband nearly walked by when we saw an elderly woman fall off a curb and land flat on the ground, hitting her head. I was startled at first, but I almost didn't miss a beat, I was at her side and stayed with her, instructing another onlooker to get help. My husband brought out a wheelchair (we were in front of a hospital!) and soon some nurses passed by and took care of her.

But before all that got going, I was aghast at how many others were there and simply kept walking by. I later asked my husband why he didn't react right away (he wouldn't have done anything if I hadn't)...and he said that the lady's fall seemed staged. Yeah, it did look like something right off a Medicalert commercial...But he really would have just walked by like the others did!

on Jul 11, 2006
Wow Angela..that link....I was shaking!! I can't believe people were walking past the little girl screaming for help!

You are right though. I think you have to train yourself to act on situations like that.....tell yourself over and over you WILL get involved, you will act...and then imagine how you can help.

With the little girl, first thing I'd do, dial 911...then I'd approach the man and do everything physically possible to keep him from leaving before the cops arrived.....and I took a little "Defense-Offense" class some years ago and learned how to take down a 230 pound Hawaiian guy....hehe...he was the instructor.

Thanks for reading....
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