My paranoia
Thursday 7 April 2011
Ever since I was a kid I’ve been scared of finding objects in bought food that aren’t suppose to be there. It’s not always a concern, clearly, but in certain situation the alarm bell instinctively goes off.
As a 13 year old, I was around a friend’s house playing Super Mario on Nintendo and eating a pastry from the supermarket at the same time. I started to feel something hard in the whipped cream part, and thoroughly swallowed everything - apart from the object. It turned out to be a piece of a nail, a typical chewed off piece of ladies nail. I stopped biting my nails as a 10 year old – but I still remember how they look. My friend was chocked I think. The feeling of having sucked on someone else’s chewed off nail was so dreadful it created a slight distress of ever having that happening again.
Today when I was having dinner in the big restaurant at work, which is currently catering for over 2000 people, I felt something small and hard in my chicken pasta.
Evidently, my alarm bell went off. I felt I had no choice but to go through the same process as last time, and therefore swallowed everything, apart from the object. I took it out and it was a small blue bead from a necklace or piece of clothing. OK, it wasn’t as bad as a nail, but still – how gross! I complained loud and clear but before I even got half into my sentence my new friend at work – we’ve known each other for three days now – exclaimed: Wow! Perhaps you have won something! Who got the bead? I burst out into a loud laughter that had our whole table turning heads. What a fantastic view on the situation and what a genius thing to say?
My mood completely changed. I mean, what are the chances of shit always ending up in my food? Perhaps it’s even lucky? I’m completely cured of my paranoia! Plus, next time I’ll just spit it out if it doesn’t feel right.
