40 years ago I was eating take out Egg foo young at home on my TV table. About 2/3 of the way through it my fork stabbed a big juicy cockroach nestled in between the saucy omelet and the bottom of the tin. I carefully put the cardboard lid back on and drove back to the restaurant. I whispered to the girl behind the counter and lifted the lid for her to see. She asked if I wanted a new order, politely I said not really, just my money back. I was a really nice guy back then. Somewhere along the way, I changed.
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