I didn't have much to do today so I went into the city with my mom to do some errands. I was pretty hungry, so I went to get a sandwich. We found this place and I picked up something called the South Beach special, which sounded pretty good. My mom was looking for a dress so I took the sandwich back to the car to eat it and after I took the first bite, I saw something strange poking out from the depths of the sandwich that I knew shouldn't be in there. OK, it wasn't "something", it was a hair. A pretty long one, at that. So I was pretty disgusted. The weird thing was the guy who made it had really short hair. It wasn't one of mine because it was lodged pretty deep in there. So it was probably someone who prepared the stuff that sits behind the glass.
I went to the store where my mom was looking at dresses and told her I just wasn't going to eat, but she reminded me that it was pretty expensive in the first place, so I might as well just go back and get a new one. Ordinarily, I wouldn't do that since it seems kind of ridiculous to get the same thing from the same place where you just got a sandwich with a hair in it from (bad grammar?). But she paid for it so I would feel guilty if I just threw it away.
So I went back to the deli and stood in line again. When it was my turn, I tried to say "I just bought a sandwich and there was a hair in it" as quietly and politely as I could, but the guy couldn't hear me so I ended up having to yell it, which I'm sure the people in line and the people waiting for their sandwiches to be made were delighted to hear. What follows is the conversation that ensued:
Sam: Yeah, I just bought this and after I took a bite I saw like a 3 inch hair sticking out.
Worker #1: Who made it?
Sam: Uhh... (points at Worker #2).
Worker #1: He says there's a hair in here.
Worker #2: (Points at his own freshly shaven head).
Sam: Well, yeah, it probably wasn't one of yours, but it was definitely lodged deeply into my food.
Worker #1: Is it still in here?
Sam: Um, no. I threw it on the ground.
Worker #1: Well you should've held onto it.
Sam: For what, DNA testing?
Worker #1: Well how can we be sure it was in here?
Sam: I'm asking for the same exact sandwich to be made. I'm not lying about this to get a different kind of sandwich. Plus someone else's hair isn't really something I want to hold onto for a while. That's totally gross.
Worker #2: You want the same thing?
Sam: Yeah.
Worker #1: OK, well next time, be sure to bring it.
Sam: I don't think it's good for business to anticipate a next time.
So basically next time you're in North Beach, don't go into the deli at 1424 Grant Ave unless you like hair in your food. The truth is, I'm sure this happens all the time and we mostly don't realize it, but it's definitely very upsetting when we notice it.
Listening To: Arctic Monkeys - Fake Tales of San Francisco
Get off the bandwagon
And put down the handbook
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