Cook: (shouting) You bastards! You vicious, heartless bastards! Look what you've done to him! He's worked his fingers to the bone to make this place what it is, and you come in with your petty feeble quibbling and you grind him into the dirt, this fine, honourable Man, whose boots you are not worthy to kiss. Oh... it makes me mad... mad! (slams cleaver into the table)

After over 500 posting in this thread and the other one over 100, it seems YOU are the only one "upset" about such an "imposition."

The customer is always right. And if you do not like that fact - no one is forcing you - or any other volunteer fellow poster - to stay in the kitchen.