The difference between a Baker and a Pastry Chef…

The Baker and the Pastry Chef are working alongside each other in the wee hours of the morning.  They are silent in each other’s company, with the Pastry Chef working the dough for the scrolls and the Baker standing by the oven waiting for the bread to bake.

The Baker watches the Pastry Chef work and chuckles to himself.

PASTRY CHEF: What’s so funny?

BAKER: Oh nothing, I’m just thinking.

PASTRY CHEF: Care to share the joke?

BAKER: No joke.  I’m just thinking about how I won’t need to work for too much longer.

PASTRY CHEF: (looking up) You leaving?

BAKER: I might be.

PASTRY CHEF: Found somewhere else to work?

BAKER: I don’t think I’ll need to work anymore.

PASTRY CHEF: Oh really?

BAKER: I got an e-mail last night.

Silence

PASTRY CHEF: From who?

BAKER: British Telecom.

PASTRY CHEF: There’s a British Telecom?

BAKER: They sent me an e-mail.

PASTRY CHEF: Why are you a customer with British Telecom when you live in Australia?

BAKER: Geeze you really are thick sometimes.  I didn’t say I was a customer with British Telecom, did I!? I just told you they sent me an e-mail.

PASTRY CHEF: Why would they be sending you an e-mail if you aren’t a customer with them?

BAKER: Well, I won some money from them.

Pause.

PASTRY CHEF: How?

BAKER: I was randomly selected, and I’ve won $550,000 british pounds.  All I have to do is just give them my phone number and my bank details and they’ll wire the money to me.

Long pause.

PASTRY CHEF: Do you really think—

BAKER: That I can stop working?  Yeah, I thought about that, and I thought that–

PASTRY CHEF: No, but don’t you think–

BAKER: Hey!  Relax!  I’ve thought about this.  With the conversion rates and the Aussie dollar the way it is, I’ll have enough to quit work, pay off the house and invest enough to tide me over.

PASTRY CHEF: I don’t think that—

BAKER: Maybe I could buy a houseboat!  I could live in that, and if I needed a change of scenery, I could just sail away.

PASTRY CHEF: Listen to me!  Don’t you think it’s weird that a company, that you’ve never heard of, sends you an e-mail asking you for bank details in exchange for money?  No questions asked?  Don’t you think that this all sounds too good to be true?

BAKER: Sometimes good things happen to good people.

PASTRY CHEF: Mate, I get those sort of e-mails–

The timer goes off for the bread.

BAKER: That’s my cue (taking the bread out of the oven).  I’m off, and I’ll see you later.  Hey, depending on how fast this money comes in this could my last week! Hey, what were you saying before?

Pause

PASTRY CHEF: Nothing.  Congratulations.  Let me know how it goes.

BAKER: You’ll be the first I invite on my boat.

PASTRY CHEF: Looking forward to it.

THE END:

NB: I know that not all bakers are this stupid, but when I once asked a Pastry Chef why he was offended to be called a Baker, he told me this story.