Umm, no!!! I meant that when I first sat down to eat, I tossed the salad with salad dressing. In all liklihood, the unmentionable item was at the top, but it got mixed up with everything when I started to eat. And I ate exactly1/2 of the salad. I was reading a magazine, and had stopped to read an article, and went to get another forkful, and noticed it sitting there sort of half-concealed by a mushroom. I thought, NO...it couldn't be...so I picked it up with the fork, and sure enough, it was a curly greyish pube, complete with hair follicle still attached. I then STOPPED EATING, but kept wondering all night if there was something...else...in there. As far as asking anyone about it, who to ask? Our break room, conveniently for the mentally and sexually disturbed, is right by the elevator. It could have been family, a patient escaped from the ER, a member of housekeeping...could have been man or woman, which opens it up to clerical staff, and my co-workers (I can barely tolerate the thought).