Originally Posted by kwilkinson
I think I said "Yes, Chef Trotter, I'll try to work on that sir."
I was/am a bitch.
Chefs are a nasty bunch.
I worked with this arrogant angry Michelin chef who got so pissed off at one of the sous chefs that when the guy opened an oven and leaned down to get something out, he kicked him in the ass and the guy went in head first.
The sous was fat, so when that foot hit that tail square between the ass bones it sent this tight reverberation thru his torso.
When he got out he came out with the steak he went in to get in the first place. Dexterity for a big boy, I tell you. Then he became enraged for an instant and you could see him looking at the steak wondering if he'd throw it at the chef. Pussy backed down. I would have gone for the boiling oil if someone did that to me.