No Anemia Here
The contents of my lunch salad today:
- lettuce
- chicken
- artichoke hearts
- black olives
- feta cheese
- a piece of wood with a nail through it
- balsamic vinagrette
I have the offending ingredient on my desk wrapped in a napkin, but am unsure on what to do with it; I'm a bit hesitant to take the plentiful legal advice offered to me of "suck it up, take a bite with it in your mouth, and when we're done with them you'll own the place," since I'm not entirely sure what I would do with a basement level Wall St. eatery operated by cheerful Lebanese, served by talkative Mexicans, and cashiered by hot, hot Poles. Even if they'd tried to kill me.
2 Comments:
Cafe Wall St. perhaps?
hahaha, that is so awesome. i mean, upsetting. you could probably sue for emotional damages or whatever. like the lady who found a condom in her clam chowder. though to be honest, the friendly lebanese probably need the money more than you do.
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