Life is Funny - Mystery Meat (a repost)

Today's Life is Funny post is actually a repost. Hey, I'm sick so I have a good excuse. And no, not that kind of sick. Anyway, enjoy!

The other day, I gave my lovely readers a chance to throw out ideas on what they thought I should write about. So today's topic, cafeteria food, is brought to you by Heather. If you like what you read today, tell me about it in the comments. If you don't like it, feel free to comment on Heather's blog. :o)

Oh cafeteria food... Is it a punishment? A curse? Or just a rite of passage? I've mentioned what cafeteria food did for me in an old post (see #20), and while that was entertaining, it wasn't exactly something I could add to my resume. And while being turned into a gas giant may just seem like playful fun dished up by a lady in a hairnet, cafeteria food at my school also had a dark underbelly.

An evil underbelly.

They would hide things in the food there. Vile, ugly, evil things. Yes folks, they hid mushrooms in the food. Mushrooms! That's fungus that grows in cow poo! Why would I want to put that in my mouth? Fortunately, I was on to their scheme early on in my college career, and I knew to look for said mushrooms so I could pick them out.

But one day, my luck ran out.

Poor, innocent me went to the cafeteria to find the sustenance I'd need to make it through the day when I was greeted by the menu board which said "cheeseburgers." No one's afraid of a little cheeseburger, right? I was lulled into a feeling of safety with this meal. I brought my cheeseburger over to a table and sat down. Just to give myself some peace of mind, I lifted up the bun to make sure that there were no surprises waiting for me. Cheese and meat - I was safe. Or was I...? They set me up with a false sense of security, then WHAM! As soon as I bit into that burger, I knew that evil was afoot. Because hidden under the cheese was a pile of mushrooms! Who does that?! I could almost hear that hairnetted lady behind the counter snickering. Okay evil lunch lady, you won that time, but I lived to tell the story and spread the word to all who will listen:

Never trust anyone in a hairnet.

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I scream, you scream...

Last night my daughter and I went out to dinner with my folks. My daughter ordered a kid's meal and it came with a cookie. This wasn't just any cookie. It was a big ol' chocolate chip cookie.

Now as you might have read in earlier posts, my daughter is very serious about her food. Don't try to touch her food. Don't even look at her food. It's hers and you aren't getting any of it.

But that doesn't stop PopPop from trying.

Throughout the meal, my dad was trying to get the cookie from her. He likes to taunt her that way. So my daughter felt the need to guard her cookie during the meal and try to keep it out of PopPop's reach.

Until she found out that we were getting ice cream.

She decided that she wanted ice cream, too. But I told her that she already had a cookie and wouldn't be getting ice cream.

You could just see the wheels turning.

She turned to PopPop and started trying to talk him out of his ice cream. While still keeping her cookie, of course. My dad offered to give her half of his ice cream if she'd give him half of her cookie. She didn't like that idea, so she kept working on him.

Then came her last ditch effort.

"You can lick it before you say goodbye to it!"

As all the grownups at the table were laughing hysterically, I reached into my purse to pull out my notebook and a pen to write that one down...

"Mommy! Don't blog about it!"

Right, like I'm going to pass that one up.

She did end up getting half of PopPop's ice cream in exchange for half of her cookie. Little stinker.

Mystery meat - why is it still moving?

The other day, I gave my lovely readers a chance to throw out ideas on what they thought I should write about. So today's topic, cafeteria food, is brought to you by Heather. If you like what you read today, tell me about it in the comments. If you don't like it, feel free to comment on Heather's blog. :o)

Oh cafeteria food... Is it a punishment? A curse? Or just a rite of passage? I've mentioned what cafeteria food did for me in an old post (see #20), and while that was entertaining, it wasn't exactly something I could add to my resume. And while being turned into a gas giant may just seem like playful fun dished up by a lady in a hairnet, cafeteria food at my school also had a dark underbelly.

An evil underbelly.

They would hide things in the food there. Vile, ugly, evil things. Yes folks, they hid mushrooms in the food. Mushrooms! That's fungus that grows in cow poo! Why would I want to put that in my mouth? Fortunately, I was on to their scheme early on in my college career, and I knew to look for said mushrooms so I could pick them out.

But one day, my luck ran out.

Poor, innocent me went to the cafeteria to find the sustenance I'd need to make it through the day when I was greeted by the menu board which said "cheeseburgers." No one's afraid of a little cheeseburger, right? I was lulled into a feeling of safety with this meal. I brought my cheeseburger over to a table and sat down. Just to give myself some peace of mind, I lifted up the bun to make sure that there were no surprises waiting for me. Cheese and meat - I was safe. Or was I...? They set me up with a false sense of security, then WHAM! As soon as I bit into that burger, I knew that evil was afoot. Because hidden under the cheese was a pile of mushrooms! Who does that?! I could almost hear that hairnetted lady behind the counter snickering. Okay evil lunch lady, you won that time, but I lived to tell the story and spread the word to all who will listen:

Never trust anyone in a hairnet.

Hey, you look like you've got a funny life. Why don't you tell us about it? Join the Life is Funny Carnival. Really, we're laughing with you.