When I was a kid, on a roadtrip w/ my family, we stopped for breakfast at this decrepit non-participating kind of fast food joint, I think it was a Hardee’s… They had just opened and were taking a while getting our orders together. My mom was very nasty to them the whole time, which probably explains what happened next…
We finally got our food… and for some odd reason I had the foresight to open mine up, and there was a giant curly black pubic hair laying between the egg and the ham… I told everyone not to eat their food, and mom went in and got her money back.
I am the victim of hair in the dessert. Three episodes 1) Jr H S cafatira (sic) in that chocolate pudding pie square thingie with whipped topping–nasty, short, black, curly hair lying there on the whipping topping between the sprinkles :eek: 2) Key lime pie at CPK last night–long eyelash or something in the cut, curled sinouslys :eek: , and #) the dessert at Amigo’s–a corn silk about 4inchs long :dubious: sticking out of my flan-ewwuch!
When I was in high school it was my parents and I who drank coffee in the household. And those ten cups carafes went quick . (Why are our coffee mugs for 8-10oz and the carafes based on 6oz serving=cup?) Anyhoo, one day while I was I beleive 11th grade one morning midway through breakfast, Dad had gone to the Mr.Coffee machine to refill the reservor for another pot 'o’jo when he was actually wake and able to see and process information (oh, irony) and he discovered that we consumed a pot of cockroach fortified java. :smack: D’OH!!! He screamed then informed us of the reason for the scream, then he dashed to the bathroom to wash his mouth. I ran to my bathroom to do the same. Meanwhile my sisters and brother laughed at us. I was a tad miffed and quite grumpy that day @school.