Hey everyone.

I want to thank everyone who put in 'their 2 cents' worth on my question that was posed yesterday.  Here are some of the more notable answers that I received:

• Hair
• Press on fingernail
• Condom wrapper
• Half a cockroach
• Man chowder...ooo wee, now that has to be the cream of the crop!

Now Hester, getting home and finding out that you bought three empty beer cans...well, that's just plain wrong!  I have been fortunate enough to get all of my beer cans filled up, prior to buying them.  Although, I did have someone put their ciggy butt in one of mine without my knowledge.  You can make the mental image that will go along with that statement.  I have survived everything from getting a piece of wire mixed in with my Chinese noodles, a chunk of ceramic tile mixed in my burrito, and a nice fat juicy grub worm in my salad at a hoosier b-b-q restaurant here in the Lou.  Mmmm mmmm!!!

Mr. Doobyag shared with me a story about a dude working at a fast food place who took certain liberties with the food preparation there.  Oh man, I can relate (to a certain level) with this one.  In Snig's early years, I use to be employed at one of these establishments (in order to protect the patrons of this busness, I shall not provide it's name, but it's initials are KFC) for a period of time while in school.  Anyway, it seems that we had this push-over night manager (let's call him Mr. X) who let the girls up front do just about anything they wanted.  Which in turn meant, screw the dudes in the rear (ironically, he was gay, but that's not the point) and they will just have to suffer.  Well, the girls in front would always wait until just before closing and ask Mr. X to have the guys whip up some fresh stuff so they could take some home with them.  Ok, not such a bad deal, but they would always wait until we had everything cleaned up and ready for closing.  Grrrr!  Get everything back out...fire up the cookers...make a big stinking mess so his sweeties could take home some free grub.  Oh man, that stinks!  One of my co-conspirators devised such a scheme, such an evil plan, one so vile that it would put an end to these shenanigans.  Once and for all!  Knowing that at the end of the shift we would once again be asked to make that "special" order for the ladies in front, we hatched our plans and took the steps to end this nonsense.  To back peddle for just a moment, one of the steps that is taken in the preparation of this dish is to peel away the extra fat off of the (chickie) thigh piece and discard it.  Well, on this particular evening we just saved all of those yummy, juicy, plump pieces of thigh fat.  Just like clock work, in steps Mr. X, "would you fellas mind making a couple of trays up for the girls?" 

You betcha!

The next day they said it was the best stuff that had ever taken home with them.

That's just sad.

Thanks again to everyone who responded!

Have a great day!