This is Steve, he works at the Queen & Beaver with me. Usually he's telling the chef to fuck off, and throwing hot pans full of oil at the Vietcong dishwasher we have named Oliver. One time I casually asked him why he had so much rage, he simply pulled his chef knife out, threw it at his own left toe, looked me in the eye and said SIX SIX SIX EIGHTY EIGHT. I never talk to him anymore, shortly after this picture was taken he threw our chef down the stairs and ripped his shirt off. The only this that calms this infernal bad boy temper is the soothing sounds of R&B.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
This is Marybeth and Arnold, they have just recently become married. It's kinda cool that they did this, because she is a food runner, and he is a dishwasher. I don't know if they fully comprehend what they have done, because all Arnold is able to say is "yes" and "i can burger eat?". I saw them kiss the other day and Marybeth burped right into Arnold's face. They both still live with their maternal parents, and I don't foresee them moving in together anytime soon. I hope all the best for them.