Glad She Didn’t Order The Soup

(My aunt and I have stopped for dinner at a very popular steak house. This takes place after our waiter has delivered our starter salads and we’ve eaten nearly half.)

Aunt: “Oh my God!”

Me: “What?”

Aunt: “There is a worm in my salad!”

(I look down and sure enough, there is a tiny little green worm clinging to a piece of lettuce on her plate. We wave the waiter over to our table.)

Aunt: “Excuse me; there is a worm in my salad.”

Waiter: “You’re right. That is a worm. That’s weird. They’re usually in the broccoli…”