Complaint Review: (((NAME(S) REDACTED DUE TO PERCEIVED HARASSMENT / CYBERSTALKING / CYBERBULLYING / REVENGE POST)))

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NOW TO THE EDITORIALLY REDACTED POSTING(S):

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Today I witnessed perhaps the worst domestic violence I will ever see in my life.  I decided to stop and grab a smoothie at (((REDACTED))) this afternoon.  As I approached the counter, a saw a pretty Brazilian lady behind it at the cash register.  
    "How can I help you?", she said, being very nice and attentitive.  I said "that's a lovely accent you have.  You must be Brazilian."  She told me that she was indeed from Brazil, and told me her name was "Polly Anna."  She made my smoothie quickly and started to ring it up.      "That's $12.75 please", she said.  Just then, the door to the back room behind the smoothie counter swung open and slammed against the wall.  The 6-foot, 8-inch monster of a man known only as (((REDACTED))) came walking out with the most angry face I've ever seen on a man!  He had veins bulging out from his neck all the way down to his arms.  His face was devil-red and sweat beads were dripping down his face.  Poor Polly Anna stared straight up at Keith, looking scared out of her mind. (((REDACTED))) walked up to her and stood over her, giving her a glaring stare.
    "HOW MUCH DID YOU CHARGE THAT MAN?!", he screamed.  He screamed so loud the entire gym was now staring at him.  Polly Anna stuttered a couple of times before she could finally say "$12.75".  (((REDACTED))) then started breathing really heavy, and started pulling at his hair.  "HOW MANY TIMES DID I TELL YOU THAT THE SMOOTHIES HAVE GONE UP?!", he screamed.  Polly Anna started immediately crying hysterically.  She got down on her knees and started screaming "I'm sorry!" over and over back at ((REDACTED))).
    (((REDACTED))) then walked over to me and said "You owe me 10 more bucks for that smoothie!  My dumb wife here doesn't know what she's doing!"  Poor Polly Anna then started saying "Keith, take it out of my pay, please!  Take the 10 bucks out of my pay!"  "SHUT UP!!!", (((REDACTED))) screamed right in her face!  That startled Polly Anna so much, she began to cry hysterically again.  "I SAID SHUT UP!", (((REDACTED))) screamed, as he then slapped her right across her face!  
    I could not believe what I was witnessing!  How could he treat his wife like this?!  (((REDACTED))) then grabbed his wife by the hair with both hands and stood her right up to her feet.  He then said "You know what?  I WILL take my ten bucks out of YOU!"  He then gave her yet another open-palm slap right across her face again, sending her sprawling to the floor.  "GET UP!  GET UP NOW!", (((REDACTED))) screamed.  

 I could not take this any longer.  I had to say something.  "That's enough (((REDACTED)))!", I yelled.  "Leave her alone!"  (((REDACTED))) then slowly turned around and looked at me.  "WHAT DID YOU SAY, LITTLE MAN?!", he screamed.  "Listen, I don't want any trouble.  Just leave her alone", I said.  Before I could even blink, (((REDACTED))) leaped over the counter like a ninja and grabbed a hold of me, throwing me like a dirty rag back across his smoothie counter.  Before I could even get up, (((REDACTED))) lifted me to my feet and then ripped my shirt clean off my back.  

"SMACK!", I felt the hardest smack across my chest I've ever felt before in my life!  Immediately after, for some reason the entire gym said "Wooooo!" in unison. (((REDACTED))) then gave me another vicious knife-edge chop across my chest, this time even harder!  "Woooooo!", I heard everyone in the gym yell again.  (((REDACTED))) slapped my chest again.  Again.  Again!  Each time harder than the last.  After every individual chop across my bare chest, the entire gym said "Woooooo!" in unison.  I didn't quite understand that.  

By this time, my chest was so red, it looked like I had laid prone on top of a heated stove!  (((REDACTED))) wife then jumped up and grabbed (((REDACTED))) hand before he could slap me again across my chest.  "LEAVE HIM ALONE!", she screamed.  
(((REDACTED))) then turned toward Polly Anna.  "Oh, let me guess!  You're cheating on me with HIM, too?!  HUH?!", (((REDACTED))) screamed.  "HOW MANY GUYS ARE YOU GOING TO BANG IN THIS GYM BEFORE I THROW YOU OFF MY BALCONY?!", (((REDACTED))) screamed.  (((REDACTED))) then pulled her hair back so far, her neck was kinked looking straight up.  "ANSWER ME!  YOU WANNA GET THROWN OFF THE BALCONY?!", he yelled.  

His wife begged and pleaded with him not to do anything else to her. (((REDACTED))) just stood there, pulling her hair back, clenching his fist.  I was scared out of my mind.  I didn't know where the heck my shirt was, but I didn't care.  I leaped over the counter, grabbed my smoothie, and headed for the exit as quick as I could.  

Just as I was heading to my car, a loud crash happened directly behind me!  The front glass doors to the gym were now all broken, as I couldn't help but notice (((REDACTED))) wife Polly Anna lay on top of all the broken glass, her head and face now bleeding.  "My God!", I thought.  I can't believe (((REDACTED))) had just thrown his wife head-first through a window!  

(((REDACTED))) then followed right behind her, walking through all the broken glass.  "CLEAN IT UP!", he yelled.  "YOU DID ALL THIS!  NOT ME!"  I was now running as fast as I could to my car.  I quickly got in my car and peeled out right in the gym parking lot.  As I was trying to fly past (((REDACTED))), he somehow managed to punch right through my back window!  
I went from zero to sixty in about one second after that.  I have never been so scared in my entire life.  My chest was still stinging me.  It was difficult to breathe.  I literally could not believe what I had witnessed back there at (((REDACTED))).  Never would I have even imagined any of this to ever occur.

I'll never go back to (((REDACTED))) smoothie counter again.  Not only was he ridiculously expensive, but I had to watch him beat up his wife, plus I got by a$$ kicked.