blast! I fear for my life whenever I consume items which are impaled by a toothpick, or those cute little toothpicks that are shaped like little swords. club sandwiches, for example. Why, If I recall one incident, whereby the sandwich I ordered was impaled with, not one, not two, but four small cute little sword-toothpicks. I called the waiter to inquire, at which point he suggested I try removing said toothpicks. for hours I struggled, but they kept getting stuck at the handle. I refused to rip open the precious sandwich. I finally realized, after the waiter demonstrated it several times, that simply pulling the toothpick up, rather then trying to push it through the sandwich, was a successful way of accomplishing my goal. by this time the restaurant was already closing it's doors, which was quite fine. the bloody sandwich was cold. it was supposed to be a HOT turkey sandwich, *censored*.
