On lunch break, I went out with a couple of guys to a little Italian place that's nearby. Afterwards, when we were driving back to work, the red-haired guy told a story about something that happened at this same restaurant in the past.
"Billy picked up his steak and cheese sub and big wad of hair fell out of it. They didn't even give him his money back, they just brought him another sub," he said.
Guess what both the red-haired guy and I had for lunch? Yep, the steak and cheese sub. Why the hell would anyone go back to this place after witnessing a big wad of hair fall out of someone's food? And not only return, but eat the same thing you saw the hair fall out of? Well, it was a good sub, but I don't think it was that good.