Gee, That’s Just What I Wanted.

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I am not sure if I have ever mentioned this, but I love ladybugs. I think those creepy little polka dots bugs are so cute. In fact, I plan to get one tattooed on my wrist sometime in August. I don’t know why I like them so much, but I do. When I see one flying around, I extend my hand in hopes that they might land on my arm or something. They are just so adorable!

However, my love for them does not include them being in my food.

You heard me right.

Yesterday afternoon, I was about to work on my website (which is why it currently looks exactly the same) and decided to get a salad from Quizno’s… you know, I was trying to do be healthy… eat a little something to get myself in the right frame of mind. I am a finicky eater, not in that I won’t eat many things, but I like to eat things in portions. Especially a salad. I will divide it up, and add my salad dressing in small portions so the lettuce doesn’t get overcoated, or soggy.

I was about a third into my salad when I noticed something orange; it looked like a bit of tomato… it had black specks on it… so I figured it was some pepper from the dressing. But as I looked a bit closer, I noticed it was not a piece of tomato at all…

It was a damn dead ladybug.

There… in all it’s dead ass glory, in my expensive ass Quizno’s salad was a ladybug.

Many cultures believe that the ladybugs brings good luck… but I don’t give a good god damn what they bring when they are laying dead for who knows how long in my salad when I am hungry as hell.

The ladybug that was in my salad... disgusting I called to complain and of course could not get through. I ended up calling corporate and got some dingbat who said “Oh wow, that’s really gross. I am going to document this for you, and let them know they need to wash their greens a little better.” No offer for a refund or anything… just those little words which I was guess was supposed to make me feel better. I don’t care how much she documents it, I won’t be going back to that Quizno’s. And a salad from anywhere else will get a very thorough inspection from me before I take my first bite.