“I have earned my position. And if you’re insinuating I did it in any manner other than hard work and honing my craft, I suggest you leave my kitchen.” Julian let out a nervous laugh. “Whoa, no. I’m trying to get to know our sous chef. You don’t need to get your panties in a twist, Len.” He raised his hands in surrender. I looked him dead in the eye. “I don’t understand the joke.” He scoffed. “What do you mean?” “Well, you’re laughing, so you must think what you said is funny.” I waved my hand between us. “So, please. Explain the joke.”
