Psycho

It began very nice, In an Italian Restaurant, They brought us champagne on ice. Then the waiter brought our food, And the woman stared close, Then began a thunderous mood. She found a hair on her plate, And took our hair spray, It was the opposite of great. She proceeded to burn the place down, We all ran for our lives, She was scarier than a clown. All that over a little hair, What a psycho blind date, It's rather not fair.

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  2. A refund and/or replacement would have sufficed. But, I agree: nothing belongs in food, except food.

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