Actually, I didn’t know it was in my salad until it jumped out of my salad.
It was a light-green frog about the size of my thumb, and it jumped out of the Cajun Chicken Caesar Salad I ordered atlast night. For the record, that’s the Smitty’s restaurant in Mount Pearl, just outside St. John’s, Newfoundland.
I was there with my girlfriend and her mother. The frog jumped out of my salad a few minutes later — after I’d eaten some of the salad. It took me a couple seconds to realize it was indeed a frog, because who the hell expects a frog to jump out of their salad? It’s the kind of thing that doesn’t register immediately — not until the frog makes a beeline for the ketchup bottle.
I calmly said, “Okay, that’s it. A frog just jumped out of my salad. I’m leaving.” We left without paying. I’m just glad I didn’t stab the frog with my fork and put it in my mouth.
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