Humor At the Cafe

HUMOR AT THE CAFE In a salad, once I almost ate a tiny worm that resembled a snake. With fright and horror, I watched and lost as the wiggly worm dodged my hot sauce. While he proudly slithered across the table, I thought all the evil of him I was able. Not wishing at all to make a scene, I looked at the waiter and let out a scream. After that, no one at our table could eat. In silence, we left and walked down the street. If in silence I'd sent the worm and salad back, would the dinner have been marred by that little act? Janet Marie Bingham