staple

Today Sean found a staple in his food.  It was our typical fair of rice and beans and chicken, which is a pretty sloppy dish, but we didn't think that is was meant to hold the food together.  What was it doing there?  What would have happened if one of us had accidentally swallowed it?   Why did none of us stop eating?  The questions were many. But I think this last one is the kicker.  Fortunately, its also the one I have an answer for.  At some point, I guess we have all accepted the bizarre as an everyday occurrence.  Why question why a man is carrying a life-sized female doll down the street?  Why question that a dog is on our roof?  The man walking down the road completely naked probably couldn't tell you why he was doing it if you asked him. Half of the population only speaks Spanish anyway; we couldn't understand the answer if there was one.
In light of all this, a staple in dinner is a small thing.
But the question I am yet to answer is why none of us, including Sean, stopped eating.  Well, we were hungry, and frankly, it just didn't seem that likely there was another one. 
I think we should've questioned that though.