Sorry about the following video. It's a bit... unexpected.



That story is totally true. Why do we keep eating there after finding a syringe in a mini-cooker thingy on the table? Well... I'm not sure. If it helps your opinion of me, I don't choose that place. I just go along when there's the promise of a free meal.

Should I worry for myself that free food outweighs the risk of blood-borne pathogens?

Also, does more exposure to my family help you understand me a bit better?