Dinner with my father-in-law was always a spectacle, but tonight was a new low. I watched as he slyly pulled a hair from his pocket, slipping it into his dish, a smug grin on his face as he called the waiter over to complain. He loudly demanded a free meal, waving the "contaminated" plate around for everyone to see.
The waiter calmly listened, but I could tell something was about to happen...