It Wasn't a Fly In My Soup ...

. . . but this might actually be even worse. And I shouldn't bother you kind folks about it, but I need to. I am having some difficulty moving past the event. And maybe sharing will help.

Yesterday, my assistant brought me a grilled chicken sandwich yesterday from a mesquite grill restaurant near our offices. The sandwich included lettuce, tomatoes, and mayonnaise. I didn't want the lettuce, tomotoes, or mayonnaise. (This particular sandwich I like with only about 40 dill pickle slices. No condiments.)

So I opened the sandwich and started to scrape off the mayo and pick off the lettuce and the tomatoes. When I lifted up the first layer of lettuce, I saw that the restaurant had also included a dead mosquito (see picture) in my sandwich. At first glance, I was fairly repulsed. But I was pretty hungry. So I just tried to put it out of my mind. I finished throwing away the lettuce and the tomatoes, and I finished scraping off the mayonnaise. Then I ate the sandwich. Well, most of it, anyway. When I was about 80% done eating it I lost control of my brain. I could no longer repress the memory of having seen a dead mosquito in the food I was eating. So I couldn't finish the sandwich. And I couldn't eat the fries either. Then I started to feel a little sick to my stomach. I still do feel a bit queasy, just typing these words.

It wasn't a fly in my soup, it was a mosquito in my sandwich.

Yuck.

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