Sunday, May 14, 2006

A very hairy weekend...

Jeez, what's up with my luck this week?

I was enjoying a very nice meal in San Jose today when I noticed a strand of hair on my plate.

Now, I am a woman.

This was a very manly hair.

Luckily, it appeared to be arm hair.

It's nothing compared to the shock from yesterday, yes.

But, no, I didn't really need it.

And yes, it was just enough shock to remind me of the horror from yesterday...


The Papa Bear said...

Higher up is better than lower down, Baby Bear. :)

The Papa Bear said...

But, of course, no hair is better than one hair. You might be super sensitive to anything that looks like a fine (and/or wiggly) line in your food now, though. :)

Melissa said...

Oh, I once had the best hot-and-sour soup at San Francisco restaurant (a favorite of mine), and when I reached the bottom of the bowl, I found a Double Happiness cigarette butt and a chewed up toothpick.

Rather than the unsavory facts of the matter, what troubled me was the thought it might be deliberate. I (and my stomach) could deal with the fact of strange stuff in my soup, but not deliberate stuff in my soup.

I just daintily picked them out and left them on the plate the bowl was served with, left a bad tip and didn't come back for a really long time.

It's still a favorite restaurant of mine, and I suffered no ill-effects, not even nausea, really.