“Waiter, there’s a man in my soup.”
I could see him contemplating completing the old comic one-two. Except the man next to me at the counter really was collapsed face down in my plate. The waiter looked around anxiously. Was he worried the goulash caused it, and checking how many patrons had noticed?
I nudged the fellow. “Oi, mate, you okay?”
No response. But he was breathing.
The server brightened—someone else had assumed control. I batted responsibilty back to him and asked, “Can you call an ambulance? And bring another goulash, please.”
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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here
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Delightfully farcical. And a man in your soup shouldn’t be allowed to ruin a good meal.
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Absolutely. Some things are sacred
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Call me a pessimist, but right now in the UK a fresh goulash is going to turn up a lot quicker than an ambulance.
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This is true. They may need to move the man to the storeroom
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That applies here in Qld too. The time it takes to get an ambulance I mean. Definitely order another goulash!
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Practically caring 😁 LOL
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Thanks, trish
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That first line brought a chuckle, but oh, how gruesome. Love it, and hope it was just goulash on that plate and not brain matter. Great story.
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Thanks so much, Bear
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Dear Neil,
At least cooler heads prevailed. There’s a man in my soup. Great line.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much, Rochelle
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I wonder how much of the goulash the poor man inhaled before someone took it out from under him. Yeesh.
This was great fun!
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Thanks so much, Linda
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As long as he’s breathing why not have the goulash. Love it. I like the humor here, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Jade
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You’re very welcome.
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Great opening line and fun story.
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Thanks so much, Alicia
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Have your priorities in order.
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That’s the plan
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Lol
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Funny stuff, we were only discussing the fly in my soup joke just 2 nights ago, i still think its an absolute stinker, but your take was a cracking read!
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Thanks so much
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Right, Neil. Wait staff are insufficiently trained for the man-in-soup scenario. Just haul him off and bring more goulash.
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That seems to be the plan
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Nothing worse than a splash in goulash!
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A head in the box for the bread might be worse
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True!!!
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thank goodness, he was still breathing and survived the goulash 🙂
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Yes. A lot of fuss about nothing
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Good thing it wasn’t a woman in his soup, they would’ve charged extra.
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As it is, they’ll charge for the removal of the man from the soup
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My goodness the service took so long he fell asleep in his soup. Beats; there is a fly in my soup. One of those comical moments expected in Fawlty Towers, if I may say so.
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Can’t complain at any comparison with Fawlty Towers
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Ha! Nice one Neil. It’s all priorities, isn’t it?
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Thanks, Laurie, yes. you have to have priorities
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Thoroughly enjoyable story! Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks so much
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Ugh, it’s worst than flies.
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I’m sure they’ll bring a clean bowl
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I have my fingers crossed 🤞
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There is an unflappable customer. 🙂 I’d want a new goulash too, that stuff is great.
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He is clear about his priorities
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I enjoyed this fun story, So no CPR is needed…there might be some carrot up his nose…ewww…
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Thanks so much, Fleur
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