I was working on the line at a restaurant in Martha’s Vineyard. Just lunch shift. Nothing too crazy. Anyway, we had a dishwasher who was there for the summer from Serbia on a work visa.
He was always talking....never shut up even when we were busy. The general manager of the place had enough of him, and finally snapped.
GM: “Miroslav, shut your ***** mouth and get your ass over there and scrub pots and pans.”
Dishwasher: “But Mike, I came to the US to learn to speak English.”
GM: “Oh yeah? Well, you came to the West Chop Club to wash ***** dishes, so get your ass over there!”
We all were dying laughing...