When I was a kid, working in the dishroom of an Italian restaurant we had a surly cook whose name I forgot. He used to torment all of the busboys and dishwashers mercilessly.

One night, there was a bunch of commotion in the alley behind the place -some kids, about 7-8 years old, had gotten into the dumpster and were breaking bottles on the side of the building.

Mean cook goes outside to investigate, solo. The next thing we heard was what could only be described as "***-kicking noises," when we half-heartedly responded, we saw mean cook laying on the ground, on the receiving end of an elementary school gang beating. He actually ended up in the hospital that night, and he never came back to work.

Funniest thing ever.
This was 20 years ago -I wonder where those "kids" are now..?