I’m constantly finding it weird and gross that there is fruit in some beers. I’ve even seen bartenders purposely ruin people’s beers with fruit. I keep assuming the patrons are assholes and the bartenders are playing a cruel joke on them. Sorta like a waiter spitting in a customer’s sandwich.
I didn’t even notice the early messages were from 2014. At least I didn’t tell the same story twice, which has happened.
How did that happen? 
Back in the days before jars were sealed with paper or foil, my dad opened a new jar of peanut butter and found something written in it, probably with a finger. :eek: He stuck his knife in and removed the top layer, and never said what it was.
My reaction depends on a couple things:
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The grossness of the item. A piece of hair? Meh, take it out and continue eating. A maggot? No thanks.
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How much I like the restaurant. If its a place I really like, I’ll forgive them a few times. If its some out of the way place that I won’t eat at often anyways, then I’m never coming back.
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Who I’m with and how likely they are to freak out. If I’m by myself, I may say something to the waiter. But if I’m with people who will insist on making a big deal and never coming back, then I may just hide it and keep eating as if nothing happened
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Who’s fault it could be. If I find a bug in a salad, or grit in an oyster, I know that’s nature’s fault and not the restaurant. If its a finger or a rat head, something that speaks to the cleanliness of a restaurant, then it may turn me off on the place forever
I got the end of a finger of a plastic glove in my BBQ. At least it wan’t the actual finger too.
I was invited to dinner at an old lady’s home as she was a friend of the family. My drink turned out to have her dentures sitting in the bottom of the glass.
Good heavens, how big was that glass?
I found a ragged fingernail in a Greek salad once (in a food delivery while working late). I called the restaurant to complain, but they didn’t seem to care much.
I once ordered some food - some kind of meat and some kind of salad. I noticed something in the salad was somehow greener than the rest of it. It was a plastic green hair clip.
At a local IHOP, I was partway thru drinking my soda when I spied a big glop of cheese on the inside of my glass. They gave me a fresh drink but offered no apology or anything. We quit going to that place for year. A few weeks back we went again, and while we didn’t get any surprises, we determined they hadn’t gotten any better over the years. I’m pretty sure we’ll never go back.
sit down meal at college (dinner). Plate of food included the wonderful bread and tomato thing institutions love to serve, likely to use up all the stale bread. One fork of it turned out to contain a huge tomato worm, probably a 1/2 inch thick and a few inches long, well cooked.
the food service director, Pershing Gooselaw, hurried the plate away from me and, smiling, said the extra protein was a bonus, but if I didn’t want it, he’d have to dispose of it.
PG had been an army cook for 20 before taking the job at the college. He’d probably seen a whole lot worse.