Don’t Forget to Wear Your Rubbers
Don’t you just love when you are in a public place where there is food and people grab bread or something else with their hands, break it in half and put the other half back? As if someone wants to eat what you just touched.
Isn’t it also comforting to walk into an establishment, order a bagel, only to have the person behind the counter stab your food with their index finger and say: “Did you mean this one?” It’s the only one left of your favorite kind, so you suck it up and reply, “Yes.”
Our hands are busy little claws that can quickly go to where the itch is and we don’t even realize where our hands have been. I know a friend of a friend that I often dine with who hates when the waiter or waitress touches the top of her glass (around the rim) to refill her drink. She will request a new glass and if the new glass comes back with the old straw, she will ask how did that old straw get into the new glass! Lol. She requests a new unwrapped straw. Very entertaining to watch.
It’s true, we don’t know where the food has been before it reached us and that’s fine. It could have fallen on the floor, someone could have sneezed on it, maybe someone scratched something and did not wash their hands. Fine, but I don’t think anybody wants to see or be reminded of what we know to be true. So if you work in a public place and you are handling food and money, don’t forget to wear your rubbers. If your job puts out food for their employees and you only want half of something, use a napkin instead of your hands.
No, the germs won’t kill us, maybe, but do you really want someone’s hand in your mouth, that you don’t know? Almost the same thing to the germaphobics out there.
Play with my mind and wear your rubbers, it makes me feel safe. I won’t even go into double dipping, but I will say usually I like to select my saliva exchange partner.
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My name is Valerie aka Natural and I will be writing about whatever is on my mind. I love teaching, dialogue, sharing and making people laugh. I never know what I'll share here but this is me, Thinking Out Loud.
well having eaten in more than my share of truckstops and dives..I am still here and remarkeably healthy much to my Doc’s astonishment and surprise…Take those germs and nasty’s on head to head after awhile they give up…..:):):)
Yes, okay Robert. Apparently, germs are like the flu shot. They inject you with a small amount of the flu virus so that your body eventually becomes immune to the disease. I’m okay with germs, I just don’t need the visual that comes with them.
It’s like watching someone lick a spoon they are cooking with and then put it back in the pot. Heck no!
Good blog, you sound like I do…….I hate that kind of thing.
Thanks DD2! People call me names, but I don’t care. lol
Agreed, rubbers rule. I am a bit of a germaphobe, not like that stops me from consuming massive quantities of food, and I hate carless kids/lazy employees who just don’t use common sense when handling other peoples food.
I have a friend that is like your friend of the friend and I agree that it is hilarious to watch. My buddy always says the same thing…”I want water with no ice. I want it straight from the tap.” God forbid there is even a drop of condensation on the glass or that he even thinks that this came from anywhere other than the tap. He freaks about all kinds of stupid crap. The best part is watching the server rol their eyes at these people and wondering what is happening to their stuff. I know what happens to it. Did you ever see the movie Road Trip? Check out dude’s french toast…..
I love eating in dives and hole-in-the-walls and I just assume that some of that may or may not happen to my food is just part of the deal. It’s kind of like, well, the burger comes with onions, and it comes with… (you fill in the blank).
Great one Valerie!
That phrase in your title means something completely different in American English. Continuing proof that England and America are two countries separated by a common language.
Hi Troy
I like to give my post titles double meanings and have fun with them some times. I’ll let the reader use discernment.
I’m one of these people who tries their best not to grab anything with my fingers unless absolutely necessary when it’s a public place. If I can’t help grabbing with my fingers, I make sure to take a piece that is situated so I can’t touch any of the other pieces.
My mom was one that if her plate touched one of the other plates when a waitress brought our food, she would insist that the plate go back and an entirely new meal be made as that one was “contaminated.” I always felt horrid for the waitress who had to take it back and bring a new one.
I guess it won’t kill us to eat what’s on other people’s hands, but I really don’t need the visual. Lol, your mom sounds like fun!