I once bit down on a piece of double bubble, bubble gun and felt a crunch.
Right in the middle was a beetle. It was only a penny so I threw it away.
I also once opened a bottle of coke, the old 6 and a half ounce ones, and immediately felt something touching my mouth.
It was full of some mess, I think it may have been chewing tobacco. Almost made me gag. I can’t believe that bottle got by inspection prior to being filled.
Eh, that’s nothing. I once bought a sandwich in NYC and biting into it found a thumbtack.
When I went home and told my dad he said “it was probably holding up the list of labor regulations in the kitchen”
That was probably the caramel coloring /corn syrup concoction they use in making the soda; I’ve found it too from time to time. It can get thick like caramel candy and sometimes it doesn’t get thoroughly mixed in.
Admittedly it DOES feel like chewing tobacco spit, and though it tastes like caramel the natural physical reaction to the unpleasant surprise overrides the sense of taste and out it comes. Ack. I know the difference though because I once came back into a room and grabbed a can of pop I’d been drinking without realizing that the janitor had spit his chaw in it earlier- he thought it was his trusty spit can. Now that was a hundred times worse than the caramel globs.
Long, long ago I unloaded soda trucks and sorted the return bottles for washing, for $3.02/hour.
I’ve never drunk from a deposit bottle since then.
I went to Bingo with my grandmother and went to take a drink from my styrofoam cup. I looked down and saw I had accidentally grabbed the cup from the old lady next to me. It had half-gummed popcorn floating in it.