I pried off the lid, shoved a nice big fork full in my mouth, and stopped. Something felt odd, so I reached in to pluck it out. This girl sitting across the table said something about a hair in my potato salad…then I pulled out somewhat more than a hair and she started yelling OH GOD IT’S A WHOLE CLUMP OH THAT IS SOOO GROSS YUCK! I threw away the entire tub of potato salad.

A brief examination of the offending clump revealed it to be white hair. The only white haired employee at the deli was this nice little old lady. I would have complained about anyone else there but her. I let it go, and just stopped buying any of their freshly made goo salads.

There is only one long-term scar that I bear from the incident. My employer was one of the large chain bookstores, and when the first Harry Potter book came out, all I could think was “Hairy Potato Salad”. I still think that when I see or hear the name Harry Potter.

Is that a Soupy Sales autograph on your bunker wall?

-Poops

Read through the comments. I need to go vomit now. I guess I’ll catch up wit yous on Monday.

I gots fish sightings to send, Jeff!