"I had just sat a six-top in an area that was closed because it was slow but they requested that specific table. I had been trained to seat people where requested if they had a preference and just let the next server in rotation know they had an out-of-section table. No biggie. I seated them, ran them waters, alerted the server, and went back up front when the owner/manager came over, grabbed my arm, and yanked me out from behind the hostess stand and into the separate entry way.
"He had been drinking a bottle or two of wine (his normal habit when he came in), and carrying on no different today than any other, until he started screaming at me about seating guests in a closed section. I was trying to apologize, explain my actions, and not break down crying as I could see tables looking over at us trying to figure out what all the noise was. It was humiliating.
"Then the bartender, a good head taller than me or the owner, came over and put himself in between me and the owner, looked at me, and said, 'Go back to the hostess stand.’ He then got right in the face of the owner, put a finger in his chest, and said, 'If I ever hear you talk like that to that poor girl again, I swear to God I will drag your fat ass outside and beat the shit out of you.'