The Lady of the House and I went road trippin' to a town over 75 miles from here. The town shall remain un-named for reasons that will become obvious to you.
One of the things we wanted to do was eat at a small restaurant we liked in the downtown section of this little burg.
The place was out of business.
A bit later at a nearby shop I asked the woman behind the counter about the restaurant.
"Oh, the Health Department shut them down a few months ago," she said.
"Why?" I asked.
The woman looked from side to side.
"I'm not the gossip police, really, I'm just curious," I said.
"I can't say," she said. I had failed to win her confidence.
"Was it a cockroach in the soup?" I asked. "You know, I found a cockroach in my soup one time."
The woman's eyes opened wide and she did this twisty thing with her mouth.
"Yeah, it was at this buffet restaurant back east. I had a bowl of won-ton soup and went back for seconds. I stirred the stuff up to try and get more won-tons from the bottom and up comes this big cockroach, legs folded, dead as can be."
"I started laughing," I continued. "I mean I'd just had this whole bowl of soup with essence of cockroach in it so it didn't matter. I went and got the owner and with a smile on my face I stirred up the cockroach for him to see. I got my lunch for free."
The woman behind the counter just stared at me.
"So it wasn't a cockroach in the soup?" I asked again.
"I-I really can't say," she said.
I suppose I'll never know why that little restaurant got shut down.
Maybe it wasn't a cockroach, maybe it was a hair in someone's soup.
Grant McGee is a long-time broadcaster and former truck driver who rides bicycles and likes to talk about his many adventures on the road of life.
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