Are you ready for it?
Just imagine. You're halfway through your free salad, which you're eating out of a to-go box, because the restaurant took 35 minutes to make a salad. It's not very good-- just sliced chicken tossed in boring sauce over plain lettuce and a few sad flickers of white cheese.
But it's food, and it's free, and you're hungry.
Then you stab up another big ol' bite and find this...
Are you ready?
You aren't. You'll never be ready for this.
But I'll show you anyway.
That's right. Not just one hair.
An entire hairball. Like, with three different colors of hair all tangled up together, as if some vengeful cook cleaned out a hairbrush over my meal.
I wonder if these folks are perhaps in cahoots with that Mexican restaurant that we don't mention?
What's amusing is that earlier that day, I said to myself, "Man, I need to clean up my diet. I need to eat less."
So I went way out of my comfort range and ordered a salad.
A hairball salad.
I think it's nature's way of telling me to eat cookies and stay curvy.