One day In a Restaurant

I was so pleasure at first while my wife and I were having dinner at ABC Restaurant which is located in the city.  Unfortunately, I felt something wrong with the waiter’s service, but my mind intended to focus more on our date until encountering the grubby fly in my French onion soup. I exploded, yelling the waiter “Hey, there is a fly in my soup.” Then, I beckoned him, “Are you responsible for this?” I knew the waiter tried himself with a good countenance, but I couldn’t accept the disaster. “Honey, calm down, please,” My wife stopped me shouting, “Everybody is looking at us.” Nevertheless, I couldn’t finish blaming the waiter, almost out of control.  “You’d better be responsible for this grotty scene!” I continued, “Even if you really want to pay for everything, I will never be patient with this.” Suddenly, I was shocked. “Hey, gentleman, this is not my fault!” the waiter blew up, “I’m done with this job, I’m out of here!” He threw down his stained apron on the floor, and left out of the room with the last word, “Hey, listen up, it is not a fly, just a lump of over grilled onions.” Oh, my god. I felt somehow insecure. My heart beat so much faster than I ever had in my life. I began to seek for the fly that I had found, but it was not the fly. “You’re surely enough to make me embarrassed, I’m leaving, too,” my wife muttered at me, “I’m not really sure that I’m just leaving here, or you.” Since the miserable calamity, I have never eaten “Any French onion soup”, not even other soup. Luckily, my wife has gotten back to me.   However, she has never been letting me eat out anymore.