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When I go out, I typically order my diet colas without ice. I don’t like the ice melting to make the drink all watery, and since I don’t use a straw, I don’t like the ice bumping around getting in the way of my mouth. Plus, I find that when it’s too cold, you can’t even taste the drink. If you can’t taste the syrupy sweet goodness then you may as well be drinking water.

This morning was no exception. I went out for breakfast, and I ordered my drink without ice. I was pretty much done, and had about 1/4 of the drink left, so I tossed it back with the gusto of a Viking lord. Imagine then my horror when I felt something hard rush past my lips and down my gullet before I could even think to stop myself from swallowing.

I have no idea what it was. I’m hoping a little bit of ice — sometimes the person pouring the drink is in full on robot mode and fills a cup with ice, remembers I said no ice and dumps the ice out. I have this slightly ill feeling that it may have been something far more disturbing — like say a finger or a bug.