I love having a tasty yogurt at work.  I crack open a yogurt, lean back in my chair, and enjoy.

I also love licking the yogurt lid.  Savoring that extra teaspoon of dairy goodness makes my day.  Plus, I’m sure that co-workers walking by my cubicle are impressed or perhaps repulsed.

Today, I was enjoying a yogurt with a thin metallic.  You know the ones.  They are not made of aluminum foil, they are not as heavy duty as a tin can, sort of living in the land in between, keeping my yogurt safe and sound.

So I was enjoying my yogurt, the type with a metallic lid, and then I noticed I had yet to lick the lid.  Well, I knew what to do next.  I lapped up every single dollop.  Finishing up, I noticed a curious red streak on the lid.  Strange.

Slowly, the realization came to me.  I had given myself a “paper cut,” although in this case a “metallic yogurt lid cut.”  A deep, painful, and bleeding from the base of the tongue “metallic yogurt lid cut.”

Sad thing was that there my yogurt sat.  Waiting for me, but I was the one who would have to wait.  Unable to place a bandage on my tongue and unwilling to spoil my yogurt with the taste of blood, I would need to wait.

Yogurt lids.  Unexpected source of unspeakable pain.  Something so good turned oh so bad.