I was working a nice Sunday afternoon shift in the kitchen. I hate Sunday afternoons, mainly because we serve roasts and they take forever. We were also quite busy.
A co-worker walked into the kitchen with a roast. She looked extremelly embarassed.
CW: Please don't be mad at me...
Me: What's wrong?
CW: I'm only passing this on, don't shoot the messenger, please.
Me: What is wrong with the food?
CW: He is complaining that we haven't cut his food for him.
Me/Everyone else in the kitchen: WHAT?!?!
CW: He said "I don't cut my own food. You have to do it."
Me: Was this a child? Or someone with broken arms?
CW: Nope, just a normal, stuck up, snobbish man. He actually turned his nose up at the meal.
Me: Well can't someone else at his table cut his food?
CW: He is on his own.
Me: Well, I am not cutting that food.
CW looked around the kitchen. Every member of staff refused to cut it.
CW: Well I'm not cutting it!
Me: Well I guess he's going to have to cut it for himself then!
CW, despite my protests, went into the corner and cut up the meal. I handed her a napkin. She walked out the kitchen, very irritated.
CW: Here is your cut up meal.
SC: At last! I don't see why I should have to cut up my meal. It isn't my job after all!
CW: Would you like me to feed you it as well? Or perhaps wipe your mouth when you have finished?
SC: Uhhhh....no thanks.
Yep, the sarcasm went straight over his head.
A co-worker walked into the kitchen with a roast. She looked extremelly embarassed.
CW: Please don't be mad at me...
Me: What's wrong?
CW: I'm only passing this on, don't shoot the messenger, please.
Me: What is wrong with the food?
CW: He is complaining that we haven't cut his food for him.
Me/Everyone else in the kitchen: WHAT?!?!
CW: He said "I don't cut my own food. You have to do it."
Me: Was this a child? Or someone with broken arms?
CW: Nope, just a normal, stuck up, snobbish man. He actually turned his nose up at the meal.
Me: Well can't someone else at his table cut his food?
CW: He is on his own.
Me: Well, I am not cutting that food.
CW looked around the kitchen. Every member of staff refused to cut it.
CW: Well I'm not cutting it!
Me: Well I guess he's going to have to cut it for himself then!
CW, despite my protests, went into the corner and cut up the meal. I handed her a napkin. She walked out the kitchen, very irritated.
CW: Here is your cut up meal.
SC: At last! I don't see why I should have to cut up my meal. It isn't my job after all!
CW: Would you like me to feed you it as well? Or perhaps wipe your mouth when you have finished?
SC: Uhhhh....no thanks.
Yep, the sarcasm went straight over his head.
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