WILMINGTON, N.C. - A man who ordered a pint of frozen chocolate custard in a dessert shop got a nasty surprise inside — a piece of severed finger lost by an employee in an accident.
Unlike a recent incident at a Wendy's restaurant in California, no questions of truth have been raised about the finger found in a package from Kohl's Frozen Custard.State officials went to the shop Monday, and the owner confirmed one of his employees lost part of a finger in an accident with a food-processing machine.
Wilmington television station WWAY reported that Clarence Stowers found the finger in custard he purchased Sunday night.
Stowers, who did not immediately return calls Monday from The Associated Press, told the station: "I thought it was candy because they put candy in your ice cream ... to make it a treat. So I said, 'OK, well, I'll just put it in my mouth and get the ice cream off of it and see what it is.'"
Stowers said he spit the object out, but still couldn't identify it. So he went to his kitchen, rinsed it off with water — and "just started screaming."
i'm sorry, but i got a good laugh off of that last part. i invisioned the guy chewing on it before thinking "damn, this thing is crunchy but it sure ain't sweet...", then going to the sink, pulling it out of his mouth, rinsing it off, then the slow dawning of what he hand in his hands and had just had in his mouth as the water washes the ice cream off to reveal a severed finger.
i automatically thought back to that scene in the first godfather movie where the hollywood director in all his egotistical glory had settled in for a good night's sleep. he had just told tommy the lawyer to tell the godfather to basically go fuck himself before kicking him out. i'm sure he was satisfied with himself and for a minute, his balls were dragging on the floor, they were so big...
then the scene cuts to the next morning and the music starts to build from a quiet and slow meandering melody of anticipation to the loud looping of acknowledgement that something bad is about to happen. the guy turns over in his bed, his silk pajamas glistening in the rays of the morning sun...
he feels something at his feet...
his hands are sticky and warm from some foreign substance, so he pulls them above the cover. the blood staining his palms is quickly revealed in crimson blotches on his bed sheets. slowly, then more quickly he starts gathering his 3000 threadcount fabric into his fingers, exposing more saturated plasma with each frantic grab of his hands. he's now trembling as he realized his momentary bravado of last night might not have been such a good idea after all.
then as the music cresendos into a carnival of shrieking violins, the guy throws back the covers to unveil the head of his most prized black stallion, its ebon skin matted with the same blood pooled at the bottom of the bed and falling in splotches onto the floor.
the camera cuts to the guy's face exploding into a heart-stopping scream, then the scene ends with a shot of the guy's house, his continuous screaming shattering the morning silence into a million pieces.
hmmm...i wonder if custard guy experienced something similar...
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