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April 25th - Discuss amongst yourselves

What is the most blatant disregard for the five-second rule you’ve ever witnessed or been responsible for?

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Anonymous said…
An ex girlfriend of mine and I were at Tim Horton's (when we were together). I had gone to the bathroom while she brought our food back to the table. I was gone for a couple of minutes and nicely washed up for lunch and everything.

When I got back, she was kind of smirking. I ate my lunch, and then moved on to my muffin. A family of four was sitting next to us, and everytime I took a bite of my muffin, they would all giggle.

Turns out (I found out later) that she had dropepd the muffin on the floor, and it didn't just fall and stop. It rolled around a bit.

So she wiped it off with a napkin and put it on my plate. But it was definitely on the floor for more than 5 seconds, as she apparently was deliberating what she should do, with the family looking on.
kris said…
I saw someone use the five-second rule with pudding once. Gross.
Anonymous said…
I have friends that have a ten minute rule in their house.
Anonymous said…
Drunk, lying down in front of a bus full of high school athletes on the road in front of Halifax's cheesiest bar I ate pizza I either dropped or found in the gutter.

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