Am I the Only One Who Worries About These Things?

My law firm has wooden stirrers for the coffee instead of those tiny, red, plastic straws most other places have had. They're like those popsicle sticks we used in nursery school for the stupid projects that involved Elmer's Glue. They remind me of miniature tongue depressors that the nurse at my pediatrician's office always wanted to use when taking a throat culture. I hate them.

I can see where the wood has broken off a bit, and to me, it's a red flag. A splinter in the mouth waiting to happen. How does nobody else mind these wooden sticks? Is it the environment angle? Surely it's only a matter of time before a piece of that wood breaks off and somebody accidentally swallows a splinter.

And this is why I don't drink coffee at work. Okay, that's a lie; I hate coffee. But it is why I stir my hot chocolate with a plastic spoon instead of a wooden stick.