Indirect question.

I was so pleasure at first while my wift and I were having starters at ABC Restaurant. Unfortunately, I felt something wrong with the waiter's service, but my mind intened to focus more on our date until encountering the grubby fly in my French onion soup. I exploded, shouted to the waiter there was a fly in my soup. Then, I beckoned him if he were responsible for this. I knew the waiter tried himself with a good countenance, but I couldn't accept the disaster. My wife said to me calm down and everybody was looking at us. nevertheless, I couldn't finish blaming the waiter, almost out of control. I continued to shout he'd better to be responsible for the grotty scene and I wouldn't be patient with that situation to pay. Suddenly, i was shocked. The waiter blew up and said it's not his fault and he quitted a job. He threw down his stained apron on the floor, and left out of the room with the last word it was not a fly and it's just a lump of over grilled onions. Oh, my god. I felt somehow insecure. My heart beat so much faster than I ever had in my life. I began to seek for the fly that I had found, but it was not the fly. My wift muttered at me i was surely enough to make her embrrassed and she's leaving and she wasn't really sure that she was just leaving the restaurant or me. Since the miserable calamity, i have never eaten "Any french onion soup", not even other soup. luckily, my wift has gotten back to me; however, she has never been letting me eat out so fat.