It was a normal evening at Bistro Huddy, one of the most “high end” restaurants in LA, except the fact that is was super packed. And as the hostess you were already overwhelmed seating people and checking off reservations and blah blah blah..

But there was this one guy..a real jerk. He was basically insulting you until you gave him a table..

“You little hussy! Cmon, I only have me, myself, and I. Seat me bitch!” the man yelled as you desperately tried to explain you had no single seater tables open..

Nicole, a close friend and one of the waitresses nearby took it upon herself to go tell your boyfriend, the executive chef (Joey), what was happening..and he wasn’t happy to say the least.

You heard heavy footsteps behind you, and before you could talk Joey was standing next to the hostess table. Greasy chef uniform on and all.. “Wanna explain the issue here, sir?” he says, trying to stay professional. But his anger was evident.

“Well, this little girl won’t give me a damn table!” he yells

“Did she tell ya we can’t seat anyone right now?” Joey asked through gritted teeth

“Well yes-“ the man started but was cut off

“Than leave! Instead of insulting people and throwing a damn hissy fit.” Joey scoffed. And the man, defeated, ran out the door.