Mel was irate. He called the waiter over.
“Look at that.” He pointed to the bowl with his soup spoon.
“What?” The waiter’s glasses needed lens wipes.
“There’s a fly in my clam chowder.”
What kind of place was this, Mel wanted to know. Flies in his clam chowder?
“I’m sorry. You’re mistaken,” said the waiter.
“That’s a fly floating there. That’s disgusting.”
“You ordered the shrimp bisque.”
“I thought I ordered clam chowder. But there’s a fly in that soup.”
“The world’s full of flies,” said the waiter, now irate with Mel. “But I’m sure it was shrimp bisque.”
David Sydney is a physician. He writes fiction in and outside the EHR (Electronic Health Record).