I think she's trying to kill me.  In my sandwich today was a twistie tie that you use to close up the bread.
I took a bite and it hung out of my mouth like a twistie tie will do.  I am glad that I didn't swallow it but I don't think I will live it down anytime soon as I lunch with five other guys that saw the whole thing.  This would probably not have been such a big deal if it was only the first time that it happened. The guys think she's trying to kill me too.  This reminds me of the time I was awakened in the middle of the night with a nagging cough that wouldn't let up.  She graciously asked if I would like some water.  I nodded because I couldn't talk between gasps.  She gets up,  goes to the kitchen and as I wait patiently for her return, hear sounds in the kitchen of cheese being unwrapped.  You know the sound the plastic makes when you peel the cheese out of it?  Well three or four minutes later she is back and crawls into bed sucking the bread and cheese out of her teeth and rolls over and goes back to sleep. REALLY?