Fuzzy Food

About seven years ago I started working for the company that I am working for now. They were hiring a lot of people at the time in order to finish a large job on time and would give just about anyone that could possibly be qualified a try.

There was one man that went to work with us that I will always remember. He was about half blind and always complained about how his body was just not up to the task of being alive.

On this particular job we were all required to eat outside of the building. Most of us would just go to our cars and eat alone and listen to the radio and exhibit other antisocial behaviors.

On one memorable lunch break, I saw him open his door and spit something on the ground. I really thought nothing of it at the time, but he did not return to work after lunch and questions were asked.

The next day when he returned he had a rather interesting story. He said that on his way to work the previous day he had bought a prepackaged sandwich at a convenience store and while he was eating it he tasted “Something fuzzy”. He then went to the hospital to have his stomach pumped because he was convinced that he had poisoned himself.

I thought that this whole thing was rather dramatic, but it got even better. Over the next week, he complained that he was just not feeling well and getting worse each day.

By the second week, he was a in the hospital again, vomiting blood and convinced he was on the road to his own death.

When he came back this time he claimed that the “Something fuzzy” was in fact a mold that took hold in his stomach and grew and grew until he was so sick that he was hospitalized.

I am not sure if I can believe this story, but it does make for a good tale in a dirty restaurant.