I don't work here. I'm just helping out
So for context I have known the store manager of a local restaurant since I was a teenager. I have worked at the restaurant three times, several months at a time, when they were in need of extra staff because of my friendship with most of the management and became good friends with the store manager over the years so even to this day I am allowed in the employee only areas of the restaurant.
Well I used to work at a bookstore near the restaurant and would go there for lunch pretty often. Sometimes the manager would give me his keys and ask me to get some souvenir for a customer and in return I would get my lunch for free.
One day they were short staffed and extremely busy when I came over in my bookstore uniform to get my lunch and there was a line of people who were waiting to get their prepaid souvenirs. The souvenirs had to be bought while you were ordering your food.
I went into the kitchen and took the manager's keys out of his pocket and told him I was going to help out the souvenir line. I was able to clear the line in like 5 minutes and went to go get my food when a Karen walked in and started rudely demanding I get her several souvenirs, take her food order, and give her discounts.
I looked at her and said "The line starts over there. you have to pay for the souvenirs when you order ma'am." So she yelled at me to "just do my job." I told her "I don't work here, I'm just helping out. You have to pay before you can get a souvenir." Then I took the keys back to the manager told him about the Karen and he gave me my lunch free of charge and I tried to leave.
Karen didn't like that and grabbed my arm and started yelling at me. I yelled at her to let me go and the entire management staff came out of the back and got between us. The assistant store manager, who is not a very talkative or friendly guy, got in the Karen's face and yelled at her "What gives you the right to put your F*****g hands on my niece?" and before she could say anything in her defense he yelled at her "Get the F*** out of my restaurant and don't ever F*****g come back here." The store manager hand to get between him and the Karen who was now white as a sheet while the cook came over to escort the Karen out.
Now I call the assistant store manager Uncle Bob. And no his name is not Bob.