Yeah, but HIS stress was over. Think of the pour sous' stress!
Late and missing food shipments. The bane of my cooking existence. NOTHING I do eliminates them. There was at least one time, around 1 a.m. on an important catering gig in the middle of nowhere, when I wondered if the French Foreign Legion took old, fat guys. Slipping out of town and into a new identity seemed just the thing at the time.