"My family owns a little country café in a suburb of Houston. One night, a large family came in and placed their order. Grandpa had the chopped steak. A few minutes after their food was served, grandpa asked for the manager.
"Grandpa: 'I found a tooth in my food!' *hands the tooth to the manager*
"Manager: 'I'm so sorry! I have no idea how that could have happened. It must have come from the vendor like that.'
"Grandpa: 'I certainly hope this doesn't happen very often. The health department will shut you down!'
"Manager: 'I'm so sorry, sir! We'll comp your family’s dinner.'
"Grandpa: 'Well, I guess that'd be OK.'
"After they left, we all figured we would be reading a complaint in the Houston Chronicle the next week.
"Over an hour later, we got a phone call:
"Grandpa: 'Yeah, I'm the guy that found the tooth in his food…'
"Manager: 'Yes, sir?'
"Grandpa: 'Well, it seems that I'm missing a tooth, so it must have been mine. Can I get it back?'"
-- Paul Gray