Yesterday I worked a long shift, 9am to 10:30pm. I stop cooking at 6:30. My boss - the hot one - walks by at 7:45 and asks where the chicken sandwiches are. I told her I threw them out because they were old, and she stands there and stares at me until I go, "You want me to make you a chicken sandwich, right?" "Yes ma'am~"
So I turn on the fryer again for ONE PIECE OF CHICKEN and make it for her. Yeah, I think she is dominant.