Why I hate chef’s pants.

Chef’s, arrogant ass-bags that they usually are, have a tendency to wear their beloved trousers outside of the kitchen. This is not an act of convenience. The Oysterhead or Burning Man-related t-shirt didn’t give it away, so no, standing in line at the drug store, we didn’t know you were a chef. It took a criss-crossed pattern of lobsters, spatulas, and most infuriatingly, chili peppers, on a pair of thick pajama bottoms, to cinch the deal. I am in awe of you. Next up in my look at Professions Or Hobbies That Make You Dress Like An Asshole: Cyclists.

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