When Work Attacks. Part Noir

So yesterday, I'm working, standing behind the counter, when my assistant manager walks past where I'm standing.

His name is Cliff Emerson, and he's much more macho then you, however he is 52 years old.

So I, being an excellent employee, say, "Morning Cliff"He responds with "Hey Nate. Whats on the agenda today?"
I say "Well, I have to defect out all these broken modules, break down the boxes, and stock out all our new merchandise. You have to try not to break a hip."
Naturally, Cliff punches me in the arm.
So I ask him if he's too old to still fight, and assume a boxing stance.
After a few playful jabs, which were not really intended to hit anything, I drop my guard and start to walk away.At this point, it seems that Cliff wasn't done yet, becuase he switched hands, and hit me right in the face. Not like a mock hit either, he actually punched me right in the nose.
So, my nose starts to bleed, and both of us are just standing there kind of stunned, becuase i mean, I dont really expect to get hit in the face when I come to work.
(Cliff "apparently" just misjudged how far he was going to punch, but I dont know how true that really is.)
So I'm standing there with blood running down my face, and four or five people laughing at the whole ridiculous scenario.

The moral of this story is: Don't assume that you're going to not get hit in the face just cause you're working at Paddock.