"It was steak night and lines were always out the door. Bogie was on broiler, the first station the people in line would order from. I was next on sautée. We had already served somewhere in the area of 30 or so people, so we had our groove on.
"The woman at the front of the line approached Bogie and asked for a steak. Bogie said, in his ever-so-faintly accented voice, 'Yes, ma'am. How would you like it?'
"'I want it sliced,' was the reply.
"Bogie said, 'No problem, ma'am. But how would you like it?'
"Apparently thinking this brown man in whites was either deaf or lacking in English, she yelled, 'I WANT IT SLICED!'
"Bogie, staying calm, said, 'Yes, ma'am, I am happy to slice your steak. How would you like it cooked?'
"'Oh,' said the lady, 'medium, please.'
"And then she said, really enunciating her words, 'And. I. Want. It. Sliced!'
"Then I could've sworn I heard Bogie say, with a huge, pleasant, obedient smile on his face, 'I'll slice the s*** out of it for you.'
"Now, I was pretty well caught up, kind of biding my time next to Bogie during his exchange with the lady Colonist, and I thought I must be hearing things. He surely didn't say that, haha. Then the woman behind the first lady said, 'I want mine the same way.'