Is it just me or is there just something scary...

about women in leather?  I guess I should provide a little background here, huh?  I should also start by saying that this is a politically incorrect post, so if you're a bleeding heart liberal whack job with no sense of humor, stop reading right now.  That being said, I have a client who has a commercial cleaning business.  He's a nice guy with a good heart and he tries his best to help people.  He hires people from his church on a regular basis and some of them work out and others don't.  One of the ladies (and I use that term loosely) he hired earlier last year was the daughter of one of his most reliable employees.  Unfortunately, she was also a lazy, know-it-all Puerto Rican with a sense of entitlement and a chip on her shoulder the size of Texas.  She started out as an hourly employee but was dissatisfied with the pay and the hours.  She was promoted to crew supervisor with additional responsibilities and a higher salary but she didn't understand the concept of being paid a salary - and the fact that there was no overtime involved and that she needed to work somewhere in the vicinity of eighty hours every two weeks to get paid for the full eighty hours.  Needless to say, her attitude and childish behavior were poisonous to the rest of the employees and she was terminated, much to her mother's chagrin.  Not a moment too soon, I said, and don't let the door hit you on the way out, chica.  Things were going fairly smoothly until last month when the mother must've spent time with the daughter and remembered her roots and the you-owe-me attitude.  It was soon very clear where her daughter's attitude came from!  My client had loaned the lady money for her rent and the agreement was that she would pay it back a hundred dollars at a time out of her subsequent five paychecks.  Well, every time we did the payroll deduction she would moan and cry and he would give her back the money in cash.  Finally, my client got tired of the problems and complaints and general slothfulness and tried to discuss the situation with her.  She wasn't interested in anything he had to say and announced to him, "You don't need my services."  Truer words were never spoken - and they sounded suspiciously like, "I quit."  And so my client gleefully took her at her word and told me to prepare her final check, deducting the balance of the loan she owed him.  Not wanting to see her or deal with her again, he told her that she would have to see me to sign her termination paperwork and get her last check and that I would explain everything to her.  He asked me if I minded handling that for him and I said, perhaps a little too soon, "No problem.  She doesn't scare me."  Ay, chihuahua!  When the employee came to see me for her check, she brought the altogether too tough daughter along and they were both clad head-to-toe in black leather - jackets, pants, biker boots - the works.  While I patiently tried to explain the last paycheck and termination situation to the mother, the daughter stood menacingly over her shoulder muttering obscenities about my client.  The mother kept telling me she needed a paper for unemployment stating that she was fired so she could collect unemployment.  I pointed out that she had quit and was therefore ineligible for unemployment.  I half expected the daughter to go for my throat at that point.  They both vehemently denied that she had quit and that my client had fired her, telling her that her services were no longer required.  That's a hot one, I thought to myself, he's as scared of both of you as I am right now.  Then they wanted to argue about the amount of the check, telling me that she had repaid the loan.  At that point, cowering behind the desk, I called my client who told me to pay her whatever she wanted and just get rid of her.  So I recalculated the payroll check and discovered that I had given the last of the signed checks back to him when I handed him the payroll checks the day before.  She'd have to hunt down (and I mean hunt him down because he was in serious avoidance mode at this point) my client and get him to sign her check.  Neither of these ladies were happy with having to see him for his signature, but it couldn't be helped.  When they finally left, I was more than ready for them to go - I'd been watching, afraid one of them might pull a knife or something.  I've heard that angry women in black leather with an axe to grind have been known to cut a bitch.