This morning, upon getting to the YL office, I thought it'd be a brilliant idea to try and figure out how to work the espresso machine....it took me awhile, but as a former Starbucks barista, I wasn't completely ignorant of the task at hand. Despite an explosion, smoke, and a shot that looked like dirty polluted water, the second shot was a success; I rummage through the cupboards and even find a box of biscotti to go with my coffee!
While manning the desk for a little bit, I coffee and biscotti it up. As I'm about halfway through the biscotti, dip, eat, drink, dip, eat, drink, I notice that there's still some coffee left on the biscotti. It looks almost like cream got clumped together...no biggie, that happens to biscotti. Yes, biggie, it was a little WORM!!!!!! EWWW!!! I spit it out as fast as I could and threw the biscotti across the room. I ran into the bathroom and started spitting and rinsing out my mouth as fast as humanly possible. Are you kidding me?! Mini worms in biscotti?! SICK! Or as my friend Hannah would say, STUPID.... (I love you, Hannah).
I don't know if I'll ever a) eat again, or b) (and more importantly) have coffee and biscotti ever again. I shudder just thinking about it. How many worms now crawl inside my body? Why is it that whenever anything slightly touches or brushes up against me, I jump and almost wet myself wondering if it's one of those disgusting little worms. I may have worked at camp where little smokies and mini tacos were a staple item but worms? Worms are altogether too much.
PS: Live. Love. Laugh. :)