So our chef seemed to be in a foul mood today.
He was doing his bitching and moaning a little more than usual.
So I being such a concerned citizen went up to him, "hey buddy what's wrong?"
He stares down a couple of the server assistants who are laughing to themselves, "ask those little bastards!" He shouts in their direction.
I walk over to them, "hey guys what's up with him?"
They bust out laughing, tears streaming down their faces,"he had to take the bus to work today."
"Oh shit, what did you do?" I ask.
They regain their composure a bit.
Apparently they found some gag bumper stickers somewhere.
They put one on his car a few days earlier.
"Sorry Girls, I'm Gay!"
People had been honking at him repeatedly for three days and he had no idea why.
Guess he figured it out and when he tried to pull it off it wouldn't budge.
Walking back to the kitchen I put on a false femme accent,"hey big boy," I say as I pass him.