Dave Smith wrote:
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> My uncle lived across the street from a very nice hotel in Toronto and
> often ate there. One night he took his in-laws out for dinner and they
> were all drinking Manhattans and a fly landed in his SiL's drink. He
> called the wait over and pointed out the fly in the drink. The waiter
> came back with a cloth over his arms and a paid or silver spoons with
> which he deftly removed the fly from the drink.



How classy! Euuuuuwwwwww!

gloria p