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What's more disgusting

than finding hair in your food?

Finding a dead cockroach in your bowl of noodles.

What makes it worse?

It happens in your college canteen. The place you've eaten at almost everyday for the last three years.

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neha said…
guess u've had a vry vry bad experience in ur clg canteen...i must admit that my clg canteen isnt ne gud either and thus i avoid eating there...vry rare maybe once in a blue moon...and the best thing is that due to this i am still away frm putting on wgt...heehee!!! ;)

our usual adda is the cafe outside clg...its cheap and much better than our clg canteen,atleast there is some peace there...orelse one finds more crows than students in our canteen...nd they are huge and terrible!!! *poof*
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Neha: What can I say. I'm scarred for life now. :P I still feel nauseous everytime I think about it.

I do eat off campus most of the time. But a half an hour break between lectures doesn't really gimme much time. So the canteen it was.

Guess that's not going to happen again.
Tasha said…
I've always relished the food in my college canteen and my friends simply can't understand me!

No methinks...maybe the 'roachers must be tasty...eeeww!

But I haven't had such a bad experience yet...or maybe I couldn't see the disgusting things but they were very much present?

Can't think...yuck!
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Tasha: Upto this point, I relished it too. Not so much anymore. I can barely bring myself to walk into the canteen now
Xorkes said…
waaaah! wat a coincidence..
even i find small hair in food (the thought of its origin makes me puke.... yuck!)
sodamncool said…
Well look at it this way..if you have survived the food for so long..nothing is going to affect you nemore...you are immune now...canteen food is awesome ;)
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Xorkes: I used to feel that way. Now a hair seems tame compared to a cockroach.

@ So damn cool : I thought I was immune and I walked back into the canteen but now whenever I walk into the canteen. I begin to see cockroaches ever. Alas, the power of an overactive imagination. :(

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