Let me tell you about dinner tonight. We went to this Greek place that my husband is in love with. He got the gyro deluxe whatever-the-fuck thing he always gets. I, on the other hand, get the gyro meat with sauteed onions and cheese on a roll, with that fucked up white sauce (why does it have to come out so COLD??) on the side. The damn place ran out of rolls so I got it on a pita, which I didn't want. Then, I get like halfway through it and find this little piece of metal in it. It looked like a coil off a Brillo pad. So I showed it to who I think was the manager, and he apologized and offered to get me another plate, but it had already killed my appetite. He said something about it coming off the pan, or something, but I really got the feeling he's seen it before. He kept apologizing and offered some baklava, which neither of us wanted. Now if he'd have offered up some cheesecake, I'd have been all over it. He didn't charge for my dinner or the appetizer, so at least he made good on it, but I still walked away somewhat hungry (although not for Greek food).
So as I'm sitting there waiting for the kids to finish so we can leave, I tell my husband that I don't want to think about a Brillo pad being in my dinner. To which he replied, "At least it wasn't a maxi pad". Yeah, I married a smartass.