Yesterday in the cafe I worked alongside the lunch chef. She was not happy to have me around since she has been taking over the baking shifts lately and liked the extra money. She was a prick to me all day long. Luckily, I've worked in law firms for years so I am quite used to pricks.
I countered her attitude by calling her "chef" in the most condescending ways I could think of.
"Chef, this 'poached' chicken has been at a rolling boil for about a half hour, do you want me to turn it down?"
"Chef, is this the butter knife we usually use to ice the cupcakes?"
"Chef, do you want these onions finely diced or just the way you did them?"
"Chef, are you done putting together the grilled cheese sandwiches? Should I put the cheese away?"
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