Yuck!

I was having salad with Caesar dressing garnished with tuna chunks (canned in springwater, not sunflower oil or brine) courtesy of the nice Mr John West, all nicely mixed together in deep plastic container. As I was happily munching away, seated on my comfy sofa in front of the telly watching the 7 o'clock news, I suddenly noticed a few bits of salad on the carpet, much to my horror.

Knowing that I worked like a slave to get the money I paid for the salad, I wasn't too happy on letting any go to waste. Hence, I started picking each of them up and dropped them into my mouth. I didn't mind it at all.... but that last piece of salad tasted a bit odd. It didn't taste like salad at all. As a matter of fact, it had a bit of a rubbery texture to it. Come to think of it, that last piece had absolutely no hint of green on it.

*Ptui!*

I spat it back out onto my hand. It definitely wasn't a piece of salad. As a matter of fact, it didn't fall into any category of vegetables at all.

Of all the things that are disgusting and repulsive.... I had in my mouth....



.... a piece of my own dead skin.



Moral of the story:
Food that falls on the floor, stays on the floor!