A man enters a fancy restaurant and takes his seat at a table.
He orders a soup, tomato, and begins to consume it.
Suddenly he notices a fly in the soup and calls the waiter over.
"Waiter, there is a fly in my soup, what is this fly doing in my soup?"
The waiter was mortified. He immediately removed the bowl of soup from his customer, informed the manager and offered the poor diner a complimentary meal.
Thanking the waiter, for his due diligence, the man ordered another tomato soup.
I am happy to report that no fly was doing the backstroke or any other type of swimming stroke in this second, complimentary soup.