October 4, 2003
Five, four, three...
Much to the delight of the teenagers sitting next to us in Taco Bell, Trevor and I had a debate last night about whether the Five Second Rule applies in restaurants. The object in question... a soft taco which had opened up and fallen onto the floor meat side down.
I was staunchly opposed, citing the fact that hundreds of people ate here a day and besides that, it was just nasty.
His compelling argument stated that there were only a couple of hairs and one gritty thing in the hot sauce that could easily be picked out. And anyway, it was on the floor for, like, only two seconds.
I won.