Yeah and that awkward moment when boss' wife has had WAY too much eggnog and professes her love for you outside the bathroom...
In this case there would be waaaaaay too many awkward moments.
Too many of their friends going to the party are single/divorced middle aged cougar types or like to think they are.
One in particular is 50 something with orange, blond, and brown hair.
From behind it looks like someone threw up on her head.
If I had to talk to her I'm pretty sure I would lose the will to live in about 20 seconds.
And I can just see both owners rolling up Sunday morning all kung pao'd from the party.
The wife/owner likes to help me in the kitchen on weekends.
She's too slow, talks too much, and I constantly have to go behind her work and fix it.
Like taking the cold plate she just handed me to plate hot food on and putting it down and walking over to her steam table and grabbing a hot plate from the stack I have warming there.
I'll probably have to boot them both from the kitchen and have them work front of the house.
Where they can blow their stale whiskey breath all over their customers.
Bon appetite breakfast eaters!
Still.
I like these folks but I gotta' talk some smack about 'em.
I'm having too much fun.
Follow up:
The gal I bought the knives for??
What took her 45 minutes to do with crappy knives before, as of today it takes her about 8 minutes.
With crappy knives she was just another sad kitchen wench.
With the Henkels I got her she is now a Culinary Bitch Goddess!
Very proud of her I am.
