The Eleventh Little Indian Boy

Tuesday, May 13, 2003:

Ate some left over dim sum items tonight for dinner. Everything was still pretty good and tasty. I was in the process of chewing one of those rice blob thingys that come all wrapped up in the giant green leaves ( you know what I'm referencing? The ones with sticky rice, egg yolk, and shrooms? ) when something hard and sharp poked me right in the side of my tongue. Immediately I shuffled the foreign object to the front of my mouth and worked it over with my two front teeth. I knew what it was. Didn't even have to get a better look. I think that my immediate comment was...." I hope this isn't what I think it is". Haha....it was. I had a freaking fingernail clipping baked into my chinese delicacy. Yum. Since there were only two bites left I decided to just finish things up. Already gobbled most of it right? No harm done.....unless it was a toe nail clipping....bleah.....=P I guess SARS isn't the only thing that we have to fear when visiting chinese eateries these days. I'm out. Peace.


LIB // 12:18 AM

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