“Should we shut the machine down and clean it out?”
“Naaaah! Nobody’ll notice!”
Jumpin’ jibbitty! I had been about 70% sure from the start that the Wendy’s case was a hoax, but EEeeeeeewwww!!!
I was thinking the same thing, Cal but:
I definitely do not want to ever ever ever find skin with fingerprints in anything I ever eat, ever.
The jokes just write themselves.
What’s weird is that the customer had to find it. Wouldn’t you think the employee would have found it first, to… I don’t know… get it re-attached?
From the article and a few posts up:
I didn’t read the whole article – I was going by what I heard on the radio report.
It;s still hard to believe, though.
“What’s all that noise? Somebody screaming? Oh, well, I;ll just serve this custard…”
I’d blame this all on the employee for being so careless, but I don’t want to engage in any groundless finger-pointing.
I bet next time he’ll order the boneless, skinless custard.
Well, you know, you can’t sue for damages unless you actually try to eat it. 
And how come the employee did not notice his co-worker was screaming in agony and everyone else was trying to tend to him? Talk about dedication to your job!
I guess this is when: :o comes in handy, right?
Life imitating art?
I dunno, even if the guy serving it didn’t notice the screaming and all, you’d think one of the other employees might have taken it upon themself to look for the rest of the finger and prevent anyone from taking anything out of the bucket. This should be a lesson to all such places of business to have regular appendage amputation drills and have one employee as the designated appendage finder. Perhaps they should even have an alarm button to push so that all employees need to know to stop serving food items just in case the appendage is in one of them.
“Finger: The Other White Meat”
“Finger: It’s What’s for Dinner”
Hmmmm . . .
“Fingers: Bet You Can’t Eat Just One”
“Fingers: Breakfast of Champions”
You know, between the Wendy’s Chili incident and this I’m reminded of an incident gthat Henri Charriere recorded in his book Papillon (which didn’t quite make it into the movie).
They were in the leper colony, after escaping, and the lepers made them a dinner. One of the escapees discovers a finger stuck to his bowl. The digit-losing server says “I wondered what happened to that!” The other lepers comment that he’d been losing fingers all week.
Some critics think that Charriere was laying it on a little thick here, and question his veracity.
“Try our 10 piece bucket with two sides.”
Many years ago when I was working as a trainee surveyor I had a small carton of chocolate milk with my lunch. When I drank it some solid object bumped against my teeth. I opened up the carton and tipped it out. It was a frog. Me and the guys I was working with had a laugh about the “homogenised, pastuerised, chocolated frog”, as Dave described it. I threw it in the rubbish and we went back to work.
Am I the only one singing, “Yummy yummy, I got your finger in my tummy!”?
Must be where JK Rowling gets her ideas from.
As for the idea of “Huh. What’s all that screaming about? Ehh. I’ll just keep scooping custard” - more than once I’ve injured myself pretty significantly and not know it until “Hmmm… There’s a lot of blood here.” and not even felt pain until I was at a sink cleaning up and thinking “YAAAAHHH!!! That STINGS!”
So you think the guy scooped his *own * finger into the bowl??
Oh, dear Og.
As for the dutiful employee who continued scooping custard even during the coworker’s agony, I’m sure he was aware of the ongoing drama, but was resolved to not let it get him out of joint.
I’m convinced there’s a music tie-in for everything. These finger-food stories remind me of the Nixon’s Head song, “The Loving Finger”. Off their album Gourmet.