My coworker and I decided to go to lunch. After much deliberation, we opted for an Indian restaurant with a buffet. We each grabbed a plate and started filling it up.
We sat down, started eating and she noticed a short kinky black hair on her plate. Not wanting to draw attention or make a complaint, she brushed it off the plate and we attempted to pretend it didn’t happen. A few minutes later, another short kinky hair was spotted and moved off the plate.
Then, seconds later, she noticed a long ash brown hair on her bread plate.
“Bad hair day,” our other coworker stated, in a very matter of fact kind of way, just before putting a spoonful of hair-free Indian goodness in her mouth.