Adam and I decided to have a "date" on Friday night to use up his gift certificate to this fine dining establishment. It should be pointed out that I suggested he save it for a real date, and he had to point out how not cool it would be to go on a date and then pay with a gift card. Wow, its been awhile since I have been in that situation so apparently I forgot a major dating party foul. Please excuse me. : )
Anyway, we are famished by the time we get to the restaurant so we order a starter of French Onion Soup. When the bowl of cheese arrives I am super excited to dive in and enjoy...and then I discover a carrot. A whole baby carrot just randomly floating at the bottom of my soup. So I eat it. And then I realize that maybe a carrot should not have been in my soup. I mean, its not the worst thing in the world to have a carrot in your vegetable/cheese soup and I just figured maybe they put other vegetables in their soup. You know maybe the chef uses his grandma's old "onions, bread, cheese, and one single, lone baby carrot recipe..."
When I asked Adam if he had a carrot in his soup, he looked at me like I was a little crazy and that prompted me to tell the waitress about the rouge carrot. I said,
"Just so you know, there was a carrot in my soup....no big deal, I ate it...but I just thought you should know."
The waitress (who had been friendly thus far) looked at me like I had seventeen heads and then told me she would take the soup off of my check.
About ten minutes later the manager came up to apologize for the mishap and asked me if I needed anything else...
I thought this was quite friendly and over the top, considering there had been a perfectly edible vegetable in my soup...and then when I told the manager I had eaten the carrot she also looked at me like I had seventeen heads.
Then i asked Adam if I, in fact, had grown 16 more heads since I last checked out a mirror. When he was able to confirm that my body was in the same condition I had last left it I became increasingly confused by the uproar created by carrot complaint.
I know this story is really riveting, and you are all at the edge of your seats as it draws to a close....
I see the waitress and manager speaking in the corner, and they were obviously clearing up a miscommunication...turns out, the waitress thought I had said I had a HAIR in my soup but ate it anyway!!! She thought I ate a HAIR, that wasnt mine, that had been cooked into my French Onion Soup...!!!! What do I look like? A hobo? An insane person? Why in the world would I eat a hair? Especially one thats not mine?????
Of course I didnt eat a hair...I ate a carrot...a free carrot actually...and it tasted really good.
