Dim Sum Nazi

The latest thing my sister and I do when she is at home on Sundays is head out to the local dim sum joint. Connected to the restaurant is the Chinese take out deli. At least, that is what I call it. We usually order from the take out side and sit in the back tables and chow down. No lie. The back of the deli is is divey. Just a few dive tables to scarf down and split. A hit and run kind of a deal. The place can be loud since the workers sometimes yell out orders to the cook. The Dim Sum Nazi. The first time we caught this exchange, it was almost hysterical. We are sitting there savoring our tasty bites. The owner yells out the need for more shrimp dumplings. The Dim Sum Nazi comes out and lets go of a just-as-loud diatribe. My sister and I stop in mid-bite and look at each other wide-eyed. Whatttttt? It sounds like they are really going at each other. Then at the same moment we realize just how funny it is and we start cracking up. We wonder if the Dim Sum Nazi is married to the owner. It is just that kind of verbal volley which makes us wonder. We go back to our tasty bites and continue chowing down. Taaaasty...