There’s a fly in my soup!






















An Englisman in a restaurant found a fly in his soup. He called the waiter. ‘Waiter, there’s a fly in my soup!’ The waiter looked closely at the soup por a moment and then relaxed. ‘It’s OK, sir, it’s dead!’

In another version of the story, the waiter looks quickly at the people sitting at the tables nearby, lowers his voice and says, ‘Please keep your voice down, sir, or everybody will want one.’

The surprising thing about these stories is not the waiter’s response to the complaint, but the Englishman response to the fly.

Most English people will go to great lengths to avoid making a fuss. They will accept almost anything rather than complain-poor service, inferior goods, long queues… even dead flies.