After being out for over 8 hours in frigid temps we headed over to a well recommended Chinese food spot in Brooklyn. Defrosting in our seats at the restaurant, I ordered some soup and tea to start off with. After taking a spoonful of Wonton I felt something in my mouth that felt like a thin fish bone. I picked it out and saw it was a short strand of hair!
I had a choice to say something or flick it on the floor and continue eating. I decided that we were all too beat and tired to stress out about hair, so I kept it to myself. Finding hair in food happens to me every so often, on dates or when out with friends. I usually say nothing to try to avoid an uncomfortable situation with friends or the restaurant staff. Reording another portion of food, negotiating a free meal, or picking up and leaving all seems like too much trouble. Like some people that shit doesn’t really get to me.