Not For The Weak Stomached

It's Bad Mood Food!

For the last twenty plus years I have refused to eat at Arby's and literally retch at the thought when someone suggests it.  Twenty plus years ago, I was down to my last few dollars and left work at noon for my lunch break.  I stopped at a nearby Arby's drive though and ordered a beef sandwich and drove back to the parking lot at work, where I sat in my pickup truck and opened my sandwich.  Hungrily I bit in deep and as I pulled the sandwich away from my mouth there was resistance and I saw something stretching between the sandwich and my teeth.  I ripped the sandwich away from my mouth and pried it open.  It was loaded with kinky black hair; a huge glob of it.  I opened the door and spit out the huge bite that was in my mouth and threw the sandwich to the ground.  Spitting, gagging and retching I made my way back into my employer's building and made my way to the rest room where I rinsed my mouth with water and gagged some more.  I did without lunch that day, because now I was all but broke and sick to my stomach.

Ever since that day, I have warned people about eating Arby's.  It's not "good mood food".  It's bad mood food.  It's puke mood food!  It's freaking gross food!  All fast food has the potential to be nasty at one time or another.  To me, Arby's will forever be black kinky hair gob, gross, filthy, nasty,... forever.