Saturday before Thanksgiving I went to the Golden Arches Steakhouse, made my usual order, including "Large Coffee with a pack of Splenda." The kid behind the counter, not old enough to shave, asked "You want the pack of Splenda in the coffee?" "Yes."
That question was really a warning shot across the bow. I was about 2/3 of the way through my coffee when I realized there was something in it. Visions of dead rodents dancing through my head, I pulled off the lid, and this is what I found.
|There was a "treat" inside, alright!|