Would EVERYTHING be the same ?

Allow me to elaborate on the title first. 'Would EVERYTHING be the same ?' actually means, would one get the same kind of response for all situations. To elaborate further, I ask thee that if you were to enter a 3 or possibly 4 star hotel where you would generally go to as a gang for a lavish evening and that you go there again a night later after one such evening as a duo and JUST order 2 BOWLS OF SOUP and leave. Would you, I mean would you think that everything would be same. We didn't and we were right.

21:30 on that fateful night, a game a FIFA 08, a 'Usain Bolt' running nose, a mild sense of constipation and most importantly an equally jobless companion for this adventure. It all began with an impulse, a subtle thought of the delightful cream floating ever so gracefully on a great vivid red liquid and skilfully dodging past the 'Measured 3 crumbs of bread' that so miserly found its place in the 'GREAT BOWL Of CHINA' all for just 50 bucks. My companion was just too bored and found solace in the idea of soup at that time of the night and there we were..........all for 2 bowls of soup.

We set out spending the first 10 minutes walking towards the gate wondering whether either of us would back out and realise the immense stupidity in such a trip......but neither did......PLAN was still on. A 5 rupee auto ride saw us entering the big burly gates of the 'SUPRABHA' hotel..........We marched on and then it happened.........
As is the case with all good hotels there is always a traditionally well dressed guy in a turban regardless of how much hair he has ushering people in with a salute. We were greeted the same way.........OW, strike 1.

I asked my friend "Do you think he would have greeted us the same way if he in some way knew that all we wanted to do was just order two soup bowls and get the hell out". --------Statement 1.
Then we found ourselves a good couple of seats and we were suddenly ambushed by two waiters on either side. One weilding two glasses out and the other filling them up.
That old feeling came back. Statement 1 again.
This was followed by a well dressed guy coming over to us, beaming politely and handing us two menu cards. Strike 2. the irony was that we both knew what we wanted, but we were being polite too, so we glanced through all the courses and ended up seeing the soup section and subsequently ordering. A moment of awkwardness...........waiter: "A tomato and a spicy chicken soup....and NEXT ?"...........My friend gave the order and this was the response he got..........I buried my chuckles into my water glass..........My friend then closes one eye, raises the right hand chest high and casually says "Thats all" and immediately started drinking from his own glass........we'll admit, we both did not want to see his reaction after that last response. We remained in silence as though in mourning till the soups arrived and once they did, laughter became uncontrollable......'THE DREADED SOUPS'.
After a quickfire 5 minutes the soup bowls were empty and the bill settled with a meagre tip, we set back to from whence we came, but once again at the entrance the usherer gave us the same salute that we got when we entered. Strike 3......and we're out...........all in consequence of statement 1, which became the commandment of that night

Hence the moral or maybe conclusion was that.......NOW I HAD ALSO REALISED WHAT THE IDIOM "TO BE IN A THICK SOUP MEANT".