Many years ago I worked as an assistant manager for a well known chain of restaurants located in the Washington, DC area. The chain was owned by Mormons who were very generous in helping handicapped and mentally challenged individuals by providing them jobs in the kitchen, and as bus boys and girls.
The particular Shoppe I worked at hired a lovely girl named Eunice. Eunice worked in the kitchen as a general helper and as a bus girl when needed. From time to time Eunice would show signs of stress, and behave oddly. These moments would generally pass, and her demeanor would return.
One spring afternoon during the Cherry Blossom Festival we were slammed, with a line out the door, and all tables were filled. I pulled Eunice from the kitchen and put her on bussing detail. She seemed to be doing well. I was working the “wheel” in the kitchen when all of a sudden I heard a loud commotion in the dining room. I hurried into the dining room, and couldn’t believe my eyes. There was Eunice, practically on top of a young father whose wife and daughter were sitting at the table with a look of horror on their faces. While clearing the table Eunice had reach down and grabbed the young man by his privates. She hung on as his chair tipped over and they both fell to the floor. The wife screamed, the other diners stood up to see what was happening. The Dining Room Manager and I rushed to pull Eunice off of the customer. Once removed she quickly regained composure and went into the kitchen. The police were called, but no charges were filed. I completed a long incident report for the home office. A few days later the DRM and I were interviewed by a company lawyer.
Eunice never returned to the store. We were never informed of the outcome. But it was a day to remember.