Tonight at one point I asked Chef, "Chef, how you feel?" As I am want to do. He turned to me started screaming "I don't know, man! I don't fucking know!" He then proceeded to grab the pocket on my Chef coat and ripped it completely off. He then walked away without saying another word. I didn't see him for forty minutes after that. I thought it was hilarious. So did he, obviously. It was a good end to my thirty day stretch of working without a day off.