/ck/ - Food & Cooking

Every time one of these threads come up, I want to tell stories about my based co-worker Johnny but never get the chance. Here's one now, but I have way more if anyone wants to hear them.

>work at Swiss Chalet during the graveyard shift (10pm-2am) with 3 other employees
>place is pretty dead, as per usual
>me and manager are shooting the shit, johnny is chatting up the bimbo of the group
>1am
>a portly latino walks in
Now, the thing to know about Johnny is the he's Mexican and racist as fuck to his own kind. Whenever he spied another Mexican in the restaurant, he would keep them in his line of sight until they left. In his own words, "You can't trust beaners at night mang".
So, back to the story:
>Johnny is watching this guy like a hawk
>guy walks up to the counter
>he's about 700 pounds and his hairy belly is handing out over his jeans
>"yeaaah, I'll take a cheeken"
>manager takes out a chicken from the oven and puts it on the counter in a container
>"that'll be $10.99 si-"
>Speedy Gonzales grabs the chicken immediately, turns around and cheeses it
>manager calls after the guy but is stuck behind the counter, as am I
>sluts mcgee just looks at the guy like a dope (probably doesn't know what is going on)
>the guy is almost at the door
For reference, Johnny is about 6'4" and is pretty muscular. I wouldn't doubt if he was in a gang at some point.
>Johnny flips a table with one hand and sends it careening towards the door
>it doesn't quite block it, but gives Queso Bandito a good scare
>Johnny yells something at him in Spanish
>Pepe the frog yells something back
>Johnny runs towards him, tears the chicken out of his hands and hauls him outside by his shirt collar
>after a good 15 minutes Johnny returns and asks if he can have the chicken
>mfw