Walking into the kitchen one day at the cafe, I was greeted by a woman who started screaming at me in Czech. I didn't have a clue what she was saying, but it was clear there had been a mistake, I was to blame, and the end of the world was near. This tirade went on without so much as a pause for breath. Amid her yells, I mentioned that I don't speak Czech, but I'm pretty sure that just set her off even more.
It was probably a week later that another server approached me and said, "the kitchen wants you to talk to them, when you have time. They think you don't like them."
I can't imagine why.
It was probably a week later that another server approached me and said, "the kitchen wants you to talk to them, when you have time. They think you don't like them."
I can't imagine why.
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