Tyler punched the waiter for making the tasteless joke about his date.

The crash of dishes altered the whole restaurant that a fight was about to break out. The waiter laid on the floor, licking his lip, as Tyler rose to his feet.

“Don’t you ever comment on someone’s weight again. I don’t care who you are, or who you think you are.”

The waiter opened his mouth to apologize, only to be meet with Tyler’s foot.

“Stay down, you worthless piece of…”

“Hey!” Interrupted the restaurant manager. “What do you think you are doing?”

Tyler glanced to the left, still hovering over the waiter. “I’m righting a wrong. Your staff should be more careful with what they say, especially regarding people’s weight and figure.”

The manager scooped up the bleeding waiter. “It’s time for you to leave. Now.”

Tyler stood righteously, “Not until he apologizes to my date. No one says something that vile without saying they’re sorry.”

The manager looked around him, and then to the restaurant. They all had the same look on their faces; horrified and baffled.

“You want us to apologize?”

“Yes. Is that so difficult?”

“But sir,” the manager said, “you are here alone.”