THIS ALMOST HAPPENED TO ME...

Man sues Mission Viejo Restaurant claiming condom was in his soup

Several years ago The Mrs. and I were visiting our favorite Mexican restaurant in Shreveport. They made the greatest shrimp fajitas, and had the best chips and salsa I had ever eaten.

We don't go there now, because the food sucks, but that's another story.

On this particular visit, the waitress brought our shrimp fajitas (we always split an order because one order is enough after you've eaten a basket of chips, and a quart of salsa). So, The Mrs. started loading up a fresh tortilla with shrimp & veggies, and she stopped cold.

She reached into the plate, and lifted a rubber right smooth out of it. She held it up, and said, "Andy, you'd better call the manager." Now, The Mrs. knew what it was, but I did not. She knew it was a finger cot, because she knows junk about junk that I don't.



Man, I was SOME upset! Here my wife is dangling a rubber right in front of everybody, giggling, and I'm red-faced and fuming. So, I told the waitress to go get her manager. While she was gone, I got to looking at that thing, and I thought to myself that they must have some midgets or something back there doing the bump-bump in the closet!

And I was UPSET that a tiny Trojan had made it's way into my food...me being such a good customer and all. And a good tipper, too!

The little black lady that was managing that day got to the table, and I held it up and said, "One of your midgets put his rubber in my shrimp fajitas!" Now, the little lady was just as cute and apologetic as she could be, but she was giggling under her apologies. I didn't see anything funny about it at all, and about that time, The Mrs. just busted out laughing!

"Andy, it's not a condom. It's a finger cot. They wear them on their fingers sometimes working in a kitchen." Man, did I feel ignorant...

So, the manager and The Mrs. had a good "gals laughing at ignorant men" moment, and all was forgiven. She asked me if I wanted to get a replacement order. But I was hungry, and said, "No, I reckon it'll be alright." We ate, left a nice tip, paid the bill (which I was surprised that they did not waive), and left.

I have a pretty good idea that this is what happened to this fellow in Mission Viejo, California. Either that, or he brought the rubber with him looking for a lawsuit.

A statement, provided today by Gladstone International, a public relations firm that represents Claim Jumper, said no evidence has been found to support Hodousek's claim.

The statement acknowledges that Hodousek found a "foreign object" in his food, but that because he took it with him, there is no way to prove it is the same object that arrived at a lab for testing.

Additionally, the statement reads that Claim Jumper launched an internal independent investigation, which was completed April 23 and found "there was no wrongdoing by any employee."

The statement also reads that Hodousek was asked to submit to DNA testing, but failed to appear for his appointment Monday, the day before the lawsuit was filed.

I tend to believe the restaurant on this one. They're usually right when it comes to rubbers in soup and fajitas and junk...