You ask yourself:
Did that guy REALLY just sneeze in to the silverware basket and then walk away?
You tell yourself:
That yellow stuff on top of the mashed potatoes, it’snot what it looks like, it’s just some creamed corn that got slopped on there from the next bin over.
You tell yourself:
I did NOT just see that little kid lick a piece of fried chicken and then put it back in the bin — he couldn’t have. Could he?
Okay. So, who wants to go to the buffet for dinner?
My wife and I don't do buffets because we don't want to end up weighing 300 pounds each and the reasons you pointed out in your post.
>> Okay. So, who wants to go to the buffet for dinner?<<
Just why did you think we pray “Lord bless this food to our bodies” before we eat? Oh, and if you eat only at restaurants with a menu who does the cooking? I trust God to hear my prayers a stopped worrying long ago.