If you are a chef, you'll understand.

The kitchen opens at 7am, and shuts at 10pm. Now, if I get no orders in the last half an hour of service, I can be out at 10. This makes the bosses happy, because it saves them hours, and it makes the dishpicks happy, because they go home early, and it makes me happy too.

Now, every Sunday and Tuesday, we have quiet evenings. Sunday was looking good. Sundays we shut early anyway, 9.30pm. All I had to do was turn off the equipment, and put the grill plate in the decarboniser unit so it cleans overnight. That's less than a minute, so I can be out at 9.30pm. The floor was mopped. The drinks were in, we were partying after work.

Then they came.

The Church group. Twenty motherfuckers ordering burgers, cheesy chips, all paying seperately. I was out gone 10pm.

We've explained, please don't come in late because its annoying, but there is nothing we can do because we are part of a company.

So every Tuesday and Sunday, I get the late Church group, the waitresses tell me how much they hate them, I hate them, the bosses hate them, the kitchen porters hate them, we all hate them. And they fucking know about it. BUT YET THEY STILL COME!

Oh, we were discussing how amazing it is about how you can hate people without meeting them or hearing them speak.

Seems like EVERYWHERE I have fucking worked, there has been a regular late Church group. Its a curse!

IF you are a late, burger-eating Church Group member, kill yourself.