At a McJob back in college, I once found a small caterpillar in the bag of shredded lettuce used for Big Macs. When I told the manager about it, he said “Let me know if you find any more. We can start charging for extra meat.”
‘You got arugula on my grasshopper!’
The thread title has me earworming a song from Alanis Morissette.
I, too, worked in my youth at a chain pizza place. We kept the flour for the pizza dough in the walk-in (fridge), where other veggies and meats were kept. Once I went to get some toppings and noticed what looked like black olives in the flour bin (which would be possible, since, ya know, black olives do get added to pizza, and they were in there, too, in their brine). I did not think much of it until I went back a little while later and there were a lot more of them, and on closer inspection, they were moving. Evidently a bag of flour was infested with the larvae of some beetle, and they decided to hatch right in the walk-in!
And, of course, the Wendys finger incident.
“Johnny, why must you be the grasshopper in my arugula?”
I got a free deceased parasitoid wasp in my strawberries yesterday, a nice big one. Gave it to an entomologist friend to ID, but I can’t remember what species it was.
My brother found a metal shard in a sherbet fountain when he was little; when he sent it back to the manufacturers he got a nice letter an a voucher for the company. Any time either of us ate the things for years after, we’d check it with a magnet, just in case we found another and got more free stuff.
Why is it that my first reaction was to say “Red bird sings at midnight!”
I bet it was. This whole thread seems to be full of Whizzo Chocolate products.
You have a drink named Murray?
In the 70’s I bought an organic brand of granola that
had little green worms in it. I tried several bags,
and they all had the same problem.
I once popped a sugarless lemon Riccola into my mouth and … to this day I have no idea what toxic bleb it somehow contained, but the taste was like burning spicy rubber to the power of a thousand.
I spat it out right away but the burning taste lingered for a good half hour afterward.
Obviously it didn’t kill me, but I’ve often wondered: what the hell was that?
I bit into a radish one time, and found a worm in it.
Thankfully, I did not find half a worm.