A live roach in a salad.
It crawled ontop of a bit of lettuce–AFTER I eaten half of the salad. Oh, yuck. I yelped something like, “Oh, yuck” and pushed back from the table in a hurry. The folks at my table and the adjoining tables all started picking at their food with a marked lack of enthusiasm.
Best response: from one of my companions, “Oh dear, and now EVERYONE will want one!”
Worst response: from the bored waiter, (HUGE SIGH), “Okay, I’ll bring you another salad.” When I replied that I’d pretty much lost my appetite for salad, he shrugged and said, “well, I offered” and walked away.
This was in a moderately upscale restaurant. Satan, where were you when needed? I’m sure you would have at least offered a freebie glass of wine to kill the roach eggs I was sure were incubating on my tongue.
Not hungry any more,