I walked into the kitchen.
"Table 18 is still waiting for-"
I trailed off when I saw the expression on everyone's faces.
"What's going on?"
The youngest rookie was the only one willing to speak.
"Head Chef's wife called."
I waited for a moment.
"And?"
"Head Chef walked into the cold room and hasn't come out yet."
I sighed, took a deep breath, then walked over and opened the door.
I was expecting tears, or a thousand year stare.
Instead, he was laughing and dancing.
"Can that wait till after work?"
"Nope, my Mother finally died, so I quit, Bitch!"
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