He barked some orders at me. I looked at him and said:
"Oh really? Care to rephrase that?"
He stood there slack jawed for a moment and left.
Yeah, I didn't think so.
I'm not your wife mother fucker and I'm not some peon.
You don't talk to me like that.
We've had more bus boys and cooks quit because of Slappy's demeaning attitude and verbal abuse than I can count.
When Steve & Pudd'n came in for dinner I told them that Slappy was in one of his moods and if he talked to me again like that I was walking out.
Lucky for Slappy he has half a brain cell and didn't give me any more shit for the rest of the evening.
Labels: I don't put up with shit.