Revenge Stories When People Get Way Too Personal

Jafar was a horrible boss and in many ways an awful person. Jafar loved to sit at the very front of the store with a group of his friends playing cards and drinking copious amounts of tea.

Note: Jafar doesn’t eat pork.

This group of people would often grow so large any other customer who wanted to come in had to scoot past them very carefully so as not to get burned by hot coals. Jafar made sure his group was catered to hand and foot before any other customer by snapping his fingers and demanding the attention of his workers.

However, Jafar never seemed to charge this group the complete amount on their tabs instead he pushed the charges onto other customers, specifically customers that had never been there before.

Though all of that doesn’t sound good it certainly is not terrible but that was all I was aware of for the longest time because even though Jafar was a chucklehead, the manager, Jordan, was an outstanding human.

Jordan would rush from one task to another completing it thoroughly and with a huge smile. Jordan would also take care of Jafar’s group and tell both myself and Ari, the other worker, to come to him if the group said or did anything foul to us.

Jordan was a lifesaver but then came the day he left.

Ari nor I learned that Jordan had left the lounge until we came in for work one night and Jafar was standing in the back wide-eyed and unsure of how to open his own business.

Thankfully Jordan had trained Ari and me extremely well so tactfully we pushed Jafar out of the backroom and got started. Occasionally Jarfar would wander into the back and bark orders at Ari and me which admittedly we ignored.