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