You’re out to eat at your favorite restaurant. Just as you’re about to take your first bite, you see something move. It’s a bug! (Everyone take a moment to wrinkle your nose and say “ewwww……”).
So what would you do?
Put on your creative helmets and write a story of 100 words or less revolving around finding a bug in your delectable dish.
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I was in Wendy’s once and was eating salad from the salad bar. I spotted a black and yellow fly but thought it was dead. Yuck, but I was so hungry I kept eating around the poor little guy. So I thought. I went to take another tasty fork full and he had moved. Ugh! Oh, but now worries, I found him again and ate around him. Then took another fork full and enjoying that bite noticed he moved again. Getting annoyed by this point, and realized I did not have much protein on my plate anyway, I hunted the poor booger down and forked him, shoving him into my mouth with a huge piece of juicy lettuce! EEEWWWWW! I just had to do it…
LOL…Ew……
I wasn’t expecting the crunch to flake. Rolling it around in my mouth did not help much, because there seemed to be ribs in there…or was that my imagination?
Poking my fork through the lovely lasagna was pointless. Everything was normal. White noodles. Red sauce. Cheese. Green stuff.
Maybe it was the green stuff. The men in sunglasses eyed me from the opposite table. One particularly loud crunch startled me. I saw them smirk as I spat out a forkful of bent metal, sparking wires and smushed noodles.
It was all a trap.
Snap!
And I really liked Olive Garden.
LOL @ Connie…that last line is hilarious…gross, but hilarious. ^_^
Food was served. Then . . . I . . . saw . . . it . . . and . . . it . . . moved! Hold the mustard! What is that? Yikes . . . there it goes, again. Yup, a bug in my mug! And now . . . its mate on my plate! Alright, now I’m feeling . . . competitive . . . for the food. I knew I could win . . . I was certain my mouth was much bigger. But, I was one and they were a united couple. Ah, let the games begin! But, before I could taste victory [pun intended] . . . they were gone. Ok . . . I thought . . . how very nice . . . they had their fill and I’ll have mine . . . where . . . it’s there to share.
I sat across from my brother at the restaurant. When the food came, my brother bit into his BLT, and I bent into my soup. A fly buzzed around my head, and I swatted it. I gasped as the swat landed the fly into my soup. “Ew! Nate, kill it!” I made to scoop it out and destroy the bugger when he stopped me.
“No, don’t kill it!” he stopped my hand and swiped my spoon away; gently scooping the helpless, drowning thing out to safely. He set it on the sill and watched it clean itself.
“All better!”
As I sit here quietly contemplating what my next move should be, while I am looking at this cockroach who is looking at me. I ponder on what would be the best thing to do. Should I jump up and scream, “There’s a roach in my soup?” Or should I gesture frantically to the passing waiter? I do wave the waiter over and as he asks how everything is, I point to the soup and politely tell him, “I am a vegetarian. I don’t eat meat of any sort, would you kindly remove this?”
LaTawnia,
I loved your bit on the Creepy Dinner Out! Very creative and funny!
LaTawnia, loved it! very funny! and proper!! LOL
Well this won’t take many words. In true reality what I would do is call over the waiter. Show him/her the bug, ask for our check which I will quickly take up with the manager that I should not have to pay it and leave. And never, ever frequent that place again. I know things happen, but I was a waitress and know what goes on in the kitchen. That is why I hardly ever eat out.
Connie and Sara:
While I went for what I really would do you two wrote great stories. I thought they were both awesome. Keep writing a need to laugh. Thank you. Linda S.