The head of the pre-press department ordered spareribs toppings and siomai, mine braised beef.
When we were about to finish the whole bowl, I heared Ma'am gasped. I asked why. At the bottom of her food was hair. Yes, hair. But all seemed useless. She already consumed 90% of the food.
And so I called up the attention of the cashier who was near. She got the hairy bowl and showed the cook shouting- Hoy Jonas tan-awa ra ni o (Hey Jonas see this one). She went back to us asking if we wanted replacement of the food. Yun lang.
Tired, having a big headache and avoiding too many confrontations, I suggested to Ma'am to just drink her iced tea. We left.
This was the hairy part.