It’s not the cook’s fault
December 22, 2006 3:14am CST
Alice was dining at a restaurant. Suddenly she found something she had never seen in her soup. After careful observation, she concluded that this shining, long, black thing must be a piece of hair. Alice got angry immediately. “Waiter, waiter,” she yelled. “There’s something in my soup.” Her voice was so loud that all the other people turned around to see what was going on. The manager came around. “May I know what is wrong?” he asked politely. “It’s a piece of hair.” Alice ladled up a spoonful of soup. A piece of black hair was seen clearly in the soup. “I can accept no apologies. It’s so disgusting,” said Alice. “I thought it was a distinguished restaurant, but I was wrong. Your cook was so careless! It’s a nightmare. I won’t pay the bill...” “Let me see.” The manager called out the cook. “Madam thought you might have dropped your hair in her soup.” “That’s impossible,” said the cook. He took off his hat and Alice lowered her head without saying anything. He was bald.