Unfiltered Story #361883

This happens at the cafe I work at, I am a kitchen hand meaning I wash dishes and help the chefs where they need me. Note: the two chefs I work with have odd senses of humour.

I am washing dishes in the kitchen with one of the chefs working nearby chopping something, we hear from out on the floor a group singing happy birthday to one of their party. Upon hearing this I turn to the nearby chef, to see what he’ll say about this. I turn to find him staring out to the floor, a horrified expression on his face, holding up his kitchen knife. He turns to me slowly, deadpan, and says while holding out the knife to me “run out and stab someone” before giggling at his own strange joke and returning to whatever he was doing, leaving me standing there in mixture of confusion and amusement.
I love my job