Chapotraphouse

So. The building my work in has an evil superintendent. He has a t shirt claiming he is a great grandpa and the theory is he is just a lonely pathetic old man and he's decided the building is his fiefdom. Literally everyone at my work despises this loathsome fuck. He fucking patrols the perimeter of the building all day and night long cause he clearly has nothing better to do. He sits on our patio seats cause front of house are too chickenshit to give him a menu and if he refuses to buy anything tell him it's a seat at a restaurant and he needs to kick rocks. The head chef has encouraged them to, they wouldnt even get in trouble if they did it, cause he had had like 10 years of this guy. My first interaction was taking a smoke break less than a month in, we had a back door key that we left in the kitchen for those who took smoke breaks to let themselves in. He saw me using this key, to the building for which we are tenants on the door and got in my face about it. I didnt even know who this asshole was at the time. He was yell asking who I was and where I got the key from. I told him that I work at the restaurant and eas tsking a smoke break and I got the key from inside the kitchen where I work. This made him really mad at me and he was yelling that I shouldnt have that key and how this is a security door or whatever. Once again, I have no idea he's the building super and tell him to fuck off right now and that i dont answer to random assholes i meet in the hallway. He gets uppity and days he's the building super. I told him he could have opened with that and been significantly less hostile towards someone he's never met before. He told me i had an attitude. I then got in his face and said he didnt know what attitude looks like and if he has an issue he can talk to my fucking manager and there will be problems if he speaks to me like that ever again. He spoke to me like that ever again a few months later. The air conditioner was fucked and leaking into the dish pit. When he came to 'take a look'he asked when I started and was absolutely grilling our very autistic dishwasher about it and I saw it needed to swoop before things got ugly and said we noticed a small trickle lasr night but it had stopped and we chalked it up to steam from the dishwasher machine condensatingand dripping back cause it was warm as hell cause the air conditioner wasnt working right. He started laying into me for not calling the owner at 11 at night as if anything could be done. I left a note. I also had a full restaurant to feed and was in the middle of work. I told him im busy, go through the appropriate channels and ive already told you that you dont get to speak to me anymore. He once again said he'd talk to my boss and that i had an attitude. I told him that he should expect this when he approaches everyone so aggressively and I was surprised he lived long enough to be a great grandparent without someone kicking the shit out of his arrogant ass and then followed up asking how often his children speak to or visit him. I got in no trouble at all cause fuck that guy. There's a brewery in the same building and he came into our fucking restaurant with a bag full of emptied clearly from them cause while we do get beer from them, its on tap. We dont sell cans and if you read the logo on the cans maybe your first suspect should be the fucking brewery. He yelled 'i got a bone to pick with you!' At a new server. I heard him and rushed out front. He left after seeing me. Fuck that guy.