I did something really awful yesterday and I need to get it off my chest.
I willingly allowed someone to accidentally swallow a fly. Willingly and willfully.
A lady was sitting at a table at work. She pulled out a donut. She was talking to a couple of folks in the room. As she was talking, she had her phone in one hand and the donut in the other. A fly landed on the donut. In my head I wondered if she would throw the donut away because the fly landed on it. Then I realized that she didn't see the fly. So then I thought, I wonder if she will see it before she eats it. I wonder if she will shoo it away and eat it anyway.
After she finished talking, she raised the donut to her mouth. By this time I was wondering which side of the donut she would eat. The fly side or the clear side. As it got closer to her mouth, I knew she was about to eat that fly. I think it might have been stuck on the glaze. Now I was completely fascinated.
She put the donut to her mouth and took a big bite. When her hand came down with the donut, the fly and the part of the donut it was resting on was gone. She ate it.
I said nothing. She ate a fly and I let her. I wonder if it was crunchy? I wonder why I let that happen. I can't even ask her what it tasted like. What a waste . . .
16 hours ago