The garrulous customer at the brand-new Mediterranean grill in Federal Way this evening wanted to know his server's name. Then he introduced himself and his brother.
Maybe that's why he showed no compunction about making the server eat from his spoon and why he grabbed the spoon back and continued to use it.
This stuff's good. You should try it. What's a little lentil soup and germs between friends?
But that doesn't explain what the guy did next. In fact, I wrote down the license plate number on his Chevy truck just so I could track him down in case nobody believes what he did next.
This is what he did next:
He excused himself from the table and carried his bowl of soup outside. He unlocked the cab of his truck and offered the soup to his dog.
He came back in a couple of minutes later.
"She don't like it," he said.
Then he stuck his spoon back into the bowl and finished the soup.
(To the server's credit, she put up mild resistance at the guy's request to sample his soup. When she realized that was futile, she complied, and promptly brought him a clean spoon.)