This past weekend, Allen was sweet enough to plan a trip to the San Diego Wild Animal Park. I'm really not as enthusiastic about "wild" animals as Allen is, but it's a nice zoo. They seem to treat the animals very kindly and the animals have lots of land and the elephants can dance so it was a fun time for all. After our suburban-safari exursion, we stopped in San Juan Capistrano for a some dinner.You can probably guess from the topic that this is where the night goes awry. We stopped at a chain-diner (it was late, no other choices were available, cut us some slack).
I order a mushroom-swiss burger. I take two bites and surprise! A dark, thick, semi-curled hair stares back at me. Needless to say, I was throughly grossed out. Maybe if it were clearly a head-hair or an eyelash, I could have demanded a new burger and been satisfied. I realize *stuff* happens. However, when the hair looks as if it fell fresh off the ass-tree, my appetite is sufficiently killed.
The manager gave me another burger (that I couldn't eat) and it was taken off our bill (which is all you can really ask of a joint once a hair has been found), but we shant be returning to Ruby's anytime soon- or ever.
Edit: So as not to offend any of my curly-haired readers out there, I want to make it clear that the hair in question was very short (around an inch) and that is why I immediately thought of the nether-regions.
