Deep Fried.
This morning the cook was slightly drunker than usual. He was singin’ “The Morning Song” by Peter, Paul, and Mary or something close to it. His head was half shorn with a pony tail on the other half. He had hoop ear rings in his nose. I know this isn’t that rare except they were through his ears too. I shutter to think what other part of his anonatomy is attached to his nipple rings. He kept pulling his lace g-string out of the crack of his ass from the front. The strap of his bra kept falling off of his shoulder and the cup would slide out from under his hot pink half shirt that said “I’m a big girl now”. Lunch came and went without a hitch. Until one minute before we closed. Thats when the cooks spiked heal got caught in the rubber matt and snapped off. He fell into the fryer and crispied his left ass cheek. I wonder if he wants frys with that.
Dennis on December 6th, 2007
This is your restaurant, UW? Does the “fryer incident” happen often?
You may want to suggest a different required uniform for the cooks. I mean, “I’m a big girl now”? That’s a bit played out, isn’t it?
Upset Waitress on December 6th, 2007
Haha Dennis, They pick out their own uniforms. The drunken cook happens to like the color pink.
Manuel on December 6th, 2007
I get scared easily……
Upset Waitress on December 6th, 2007
Boo!!!
Tony on December 6th, 2007
I hate when my cup slides out from under my half shirt…
Jenny on December 6th, 2007
This is why I rarely look in the kitchen when dining out.
Ali on December 6th, 2007
Maybe the cook ought to get a racer-back bra. It’d help with the sliding straps problem, anyhow.
LarryLily on December 6th, 2007
Does the cook know the difference between coral and tangerine?
Maybe a push up bra would help with the spills, unless he hasnt waxed his belly!
an odd place. Do they take reservations?
Tony on December 6th, 2007
uw - i vote we go back to discussing you having sex with a mechanical device…i can’t stand the image of the cook i know have in my mind…
Upset Waitress on December 6th, 2007
LarryLily, many people have reservations about our place.
Tony, Tony, Tony. May you never be soft like macaroni.
Ali, my cook agrees. He’s been to countless Good-Wills.
Jenny, it’s like a bad car accident, you don’t want to look but you just have to.