the stromboli

Last night the weirdest, kind of freakiest thing happened. After church we ordered pizza and stromboli from Ice House Deli, as is our Sunday custom, (it's the only pizza joint open late around here, and we never have time to eat dinner BEFORE church...) and while I'm enjoying my piece of stromboli, something CRUNCHES very hard, very loud in my mouth. At first I thought it wierd, but chalked it up to - I dunno - a peppercorn or something. Except when the person sitting next to me heard it keep grinding, like chewing sand, it was a bit more disconcerting. Then, when Todd got his piece, he proclaimed that his had a piece of GLASS in it!! Sure enough, there was a piece of glass about the size of my pinky nail. Then I freaked (only mildly, though) at the thought of what chewed up glass would do to my insides!! Well, it's been 24 hours, and nothing drastic has happened, so I guess I'm ok. We called the pizza place, and they said they'd "do whatever we wanted", which, in my opinion should have at least been a $50 gift cert or something, but since we aren't pushy people, and were actually calling out of concern that others might experience the same thing, didn't 'take-them-for-all-they-were-worth'! We are, however, at least getting a free stromboli. (woo-hoo) But frankly, we're not too excited about ordering from there again soon. (Then again, it's not Sunday night and my belly isn't growling...)