Kitchen Life: When in doubt, push your luck!

As soon as the door was shut, Mat let out a chuckle of self satisfaction. To Mat it seemed that Frank didn’t appreciate honesty.

Jake broke Mat’s train of silent thought.

“Fuck! He was pissed!” Jake said. The half chuckle, half speaking made Mat chuckle a little harder.

“Yeah. Oh well, the madder he gets the funnier it is.” Mat replied.

Jake raised a finger to Mat and said, “I think your on to something Matt.” Both of them began laughing at the whole situation.

They were both on the verge of tears when Shaun piped up with the a question through his stoned haze, “Hey, where's Kamron?” He asked setting down his knife and realizing that he wasn’t on the station he was supposed to be working on that day.

“Don't know. He was supposed to open today wasn't he?” Mat answered with another question.

“I'm fairly sure I saw him on the schedule. Why don’t you go ask Frank?” Jake suggested.

“Fuck that, he's already pissed about my prank on FNG. Why don't you go ask, Jake?” Mat replied. It seemed to Mat that he had more questions then answers.

“I just got back, and the mood he's in I'd probably lose my job. Sure pissing him off is funny, but I need the money.” Jake explained.

Van was excited to be helpful to his English speaking friends and stated, “Kamron's in Tokyo. I heard Frank talking to himself about it.” However, since he was unable to speak English, it just came out in a different language.

“What?” Mat asked Van.

“I said, Kamron is in Tokyo!” Van responded in his native tongue once more. He even tried to use body language in an attempt to make his statement a little more clear.
“Van, you know none of us can understand Bosnian, just write it down. It is a lot easier that way.” Mat suggested.

“Yeah, yeah. The story of my life! Just write it down! Why don’t you people just learn Serbo-Croatian” Van mumbled as he pulled a slip of paper from the printer he was closest to. His English spelling was quite horrible:

‘CamEran si n toEKEy-O’

It was at least better then his attempts to vocalize his idea’s. He handed the note to Mat.

“For fuck sakes!” Mat exclaimed, he then added, “Well saddle up boys, it's going be one of those days.”

“Why's that?” Shaun asked.

“Kamron's in Tokyo.” Mat answered.

“How the fuck did he end up in Tokyo?” Shaun asked.

Shaun meant the question to be rhetorical, but Jake suggested an answer anyway. “Probably got drunk and ended up catching a flight with some Asian stripper.”

“What?” Van asked. Van was unfamiliar with the term ‘Stripper’.

“Huh?” Jake asked Van. What they had was a failure to communicate.

“I don't understand.” Van said. He repeatedly shrugged his shoulders to convey that he wanted to know what the term ‘Stripper’ meant.

“Just drunken stupidity. Some people do absolutely retarded things when they're drunk. Like the time Matt and I went to that stripper's room.” Jake answered.

“Jake, man. Don't bring that up!” Mat exclaimed.

“Why not?” Shaun asked Mat. He then turned to Jake and asked, “What happened Jake?”

A devious smile crossed Jake’s face. Mat knew the look well. It meant inevitable embarrassment. As Mat silently wished not to relive this story, Jake continued. “Okay, so one night Mat and I go to the bar...”