There's this very keen diner near my office. They're friendly, they deliver quickly, their food is always good. And as a bonus, when we order from them, they always throw a little something extra into the bag—a banana, a slice of cake, a big cookie, what have you.

Today it was a fruit salad. I saved the fruit salad until late in the afternoon, then dug in. As I was eating one of the diced orange segments, I felt a fragment of something sharp and slightly yielding in my mouth. I thought it was a fragment of an orange seed. I fished it out of my mouth.

It was fingernail clipping. A dirty fingernail clipping.

Now I'm wondering where the finger will turn up.