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There seems to be a strange rash of toothache and oral dentistry gone awry stories lately. My buddy Elle recently had an impacted wisdom tooth pulled. Poor Spy Scribbler has been having one dental problem after another. And the guy who works my old graveyard shift called in sick for the last two days because of an abscessed tooth.
I felt bad for him, so I worked the two shifts for him. And you know that old adage: no good deed goes unpunished. Last night, during said shift, I got a little hungry and decided to buy a pre-made sandwich wrap. Roast beef and asiago cheese wrapped up in an herb-seasoned tortilla. Sounds good, no? I thought so. What I didn’t realize at the time is that the thing was delivered a little more than two weeks ago, and was well past the expiration date. The reason I didn’t know that is because I didn’t bother to check the date on the package. It became apparent about half an hour after I finished eating the thing, though.
Henceforth I will refer to asiago as the “nausea, abdominal pain, vomiting, diarrhea, fever, headache, so you can’t rest” cheese.