There was 

hair

in my food. My friend told me it was bad, that they should give me a refund.

I didn't mind.

At least tell them he said.

Nah. I don't want them to feel bad.

Feel like they should give it to you for free, he said.

When I'm eating somebody else's food I just expect their sweat and spit to be in there. So why not some hair as well? It used to bug me a lot actually. I would examine the 

food

to make sure there was no hair in it. I'd drive myself crazy looking for that one strand of hair that might've found its way in. Usually I wouldn't, but my constant fear of it would ruin my eating experience each meal.

It wasn't until I came back from college that I began not being so bothered by finding hair in my food. It was those meals my mom would cook for us when I'd visit home. I found her hair in it. And I thought, damn I'm so glad to be back home. I miss this food.