John Lee, that lackey, saw what happened and was shocked.
The cafeteria was under his management.
Now he'd pissed off the higher-ups—wasn't he about to take the fall himself?
So before Mr Aldridge could say anything, John Lee had already charged at the lunch lady like a rabid dog.
He stood with hands on hips and roared, "Fiona Valois! Are you crazy? Don't want this job anymore, do you?"
The lunch lady, Fiona Valois, had just scalded that middle-aged male doctor into a 'hot dog', and she couldn't feel more elated inside.
Years of pent-up anger all exploded out at once.
Now seeing John Lee come over hollering, she figured, hell, might as well go all the way.
She picked up the empty lamb stew pot and smashed it straight onto John Lee's head,
With a "crack," the ceramic bowl shattered into pieces.
Blood streamed from John Lee's scalp!
His eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the floor.
"You... you dare hit me?" John Lee lay on the ground, utterly in disbelief.
