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Sounds pretty standard chef to me.
Story old as time
Still won't ever forget my stint in hospitality, having to take a meal back to 4 jacked up chefs in the zone...
"Um..."
"What?!"
"The guy on table 15 says he asked for medium and this is rare..."
4 pairs of blood-shot eyeballs glare at me
"Fine! We'll just fucking stop the whole kitchen for this fucking moron. Get another fucking steak! The worst cut! Scorch the fucking thing to well-done. Tell him twenty minutes because he can fucking wait!"
"O-okay..."
twenty minutes later
"Is the steak for 15 ready yet?"
"How the fuck would I know." looks at steak "Sure... Hang on." drowns it in juices caught off the grill "It's overcooked. He won't know."
And sure enough the customer thought the well-done steak was a spot on "medium".