Pretty Fly For A Strange Guy

Customer: “Excuse me, miss, look what I found in my drink.”

(He holds a dead fly up. I have no idea how it got in his drink, but I’m mortified.)

Me: “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! Let me find my manager for you.”

Customer: “Nah, it’s okay. I drank it all and it’s no big deal.” *laughs*

Me: “That’s really nice of you, sir, but I do want to tell my manager about it. This sort of thing is not supposed to happen.”

(The customer keeps holding the fly in his hand. I go looking for my manager but can’t find him. I don’t want to keep the customer waiting for their check forever, so I go back to the table.)

Me: “I’m so sorry, I couldn’t find him, but as soon as I see him I’ll make sure to tell him about this. But here’s a coupon for your next visit, and I took the drinks off your check.”

Customer: *smiling* “Thanks! But really, it’s no big deal. It’s kind of funny. Hey, look who’s not dead after all?” *holds up the fly, which is now squirming* “Ain’t he cute?”

(He suddenly smashes the fly on the table, wipes his now fly-gut covered hand on my apron, and leaves.)