“I rarely eat out anywhere because of filthy food handlers.”
Listen up, you rarely see the ones with yellow eyes, sweat, and diarrhea working in the back kitchen. But you can hear them farting, wheezing, coughing, blowing, hacking, and spitting on occasion. Maybe a puke every now and then, too.
Bon Appetit!
The tv cooking shows have turned me off even more from eating out. All that sweat dripping into the food, ick. Admitting my kitchen wouldn’t pass an inspection but at least it’s my germs and I don’t drip sweat, dig in my butt or flick cig ashes into a dish.
Adding to my previous ick list is:
6) Hubby saw the owner of a mom and pop cafe slicing pies. Slice. Lick knife. Slice. Lick knife. Slice.
For some reason, a vision of old Mad Magazine cartoons came to mind!