Could have been worse, I suppose. You could have been throwing old razor blades in there, or wadded-up semen-stained tissues. Count your blessings.
Or chew...Good thing you don't smoke.
and you'd have been looking for work...in cases of physical violence, both parties would have been terminated under corporate rules...
I don't know where you work, but if someone spat anything into my cup, they'd be on their ass with a broken jaw.
Sometimes after I've had a few at the bar I'll confuse my drink with the ash tray. Usually I notice right after I flick ashes in my beer, but it happened once or twice where I didn't notice until after I took a sip.Good thing you don't smoke.
Probably when I was with you.
