Sandwich Surprise
I was a little kid, and just old enough to get permission to ride my bike to the large chain sub sandwich shop by myself. I order my favorite sandwich, feeling all cool handing over my own money. I come home and take a big bite out of my sandwich at the table. Instantly, I recoil in horror as my stomach and soul seize up.
I start gaggling and run to the trash, spitting out a large clump of short and curly hair. After I take apart the sandwich, I find a layer of hair in it. It was like someone kept a bag of shaved hair and poured it on a little kid’s sandwich. The person whose hair was in my sandwich had some nasty dry brittle hair on their head.
My mom didn’t even freak out, I think she got angry at me for making noise. If I had a responsible parent, they would have driven up to that store and screamed their head off.