Oh the seventies

My mother used to be a waitress at the Tudor City Hotel, a pretty high end joint back in the day. The hotel's restaurant was a formal place, waitresses wore crisp white uniforms and followed strict serving codes. The chef of the place was a Chinese man, and I guess the pressure of managing a kitchen at a high end hotel got to him because he was always high out of his mind. On day he was chopping a cucumber when he was hit with a brilliant idea. Stopping to put down his knife he unzipped his pants and slapped down his little buddy onto the cutting board next to the cucumber. He then resumed cutting veggies dangerously close to his exposed penis, all the while laughing and shouting "I'm the best chef in the world!" Kitchens are crazy places.