A Hair in the Soup
A middle-aged, graying woman was in the midst of eating her soup when much to her disgust she noticed a thick, course hair in the bowl! In the middle of this busy restaurant, she screamed, “There is a hair in my soup, I need the manager!” Someone from the kitchen came running to her aid.
“May I help you?” the gentleman asked as he approached her table. The remainder of the restaurant staff and patrons became an attentive audience.
“There is a hair in my soup!” the woman screamed. “Now I suggest you teach your staff how to properly run your business. This is a disgrace! There is nothing more repulsive than looking at a piece of someone’s filthy, greasy hair in a bowl of soup! I refuse to pay for this garbage!”
The manager said, “I am sorry to see that you are unhappy. There is no need for you to pay for the soup.”
Satisfied with the manager’s decision, the woman indignantly nodded her head with a quick jerk. As she prepared herself to leave, the staff and patrons watched as yet another one of her course, gray hairs fell from her head, down toward the table, and into her bowl of soup.