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gorgeous1 -> RE: Sushi, Anyone? (1/30/2008 12:01:08 PM)
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In answer to all the folks who are worried about short n curlies getting into the tuna rolls, I didn't see any sushi placed directly on body parts. The banana leaves were applied to the skin and then the sushi was laid on top of the leaves, so I am quite sure it was sanitary, and that's coming from a germ freak. I HATE germs, and the thought of things being "contaminated", especially with butt funk.
I waited tables for several years, and TRUST me, I can tell you stories that will make you never want to eat out again. What the hell, I have a captive audience, so I'll share some stories...
On my first day on the job at an Italian Restaurant that has several locations here in Orange County, I had the pleasure of being trained by a 21 year old pot-head who was showing me how they make their salads. He said to me, "And if there aren't any tongs, just feel free to dive in there with your hands." That's gross enough just to think of some stranger fondling your lettuce with his bare hands, but lets "dive" into this whole thing here and get into what was on his hands.
I NEVER saw this little turd wash his hands when he started work. He was a smoker, so before he started work, he had been smoking, he touched all sorts of nasty things like the front door, and clocked in on the computer that everyone is touching. He is handling plates and utensils that have been eaten off of by other customers, and those people could be sick with hepatitis or the flu, or maybe they just went to the bathroom and didn't wash their hands, or even if they did wash their hands, maybe they touched the door knob to the bathroom with their freshly washed hands, and that cancels out their hand washing because they're touching a door knob dripping with butt funk. He is also taking money and credit cards and handling those and then touching the salad.
And now, here's where everything goes to hell. Since he's diving into the salad with his butt funked hands, it doesn't matter that I HAVE washed my hands SEVERAL times, and I'm using tongs to make your salad, because I'm just picking up pieces of lettuce that have been handled by his dirty hands.
I was so glad when I was finally able to quit that shitty job, but then to add insult to injury, I got a letter from the Health Department three months after I quit telling me I had been exposed to somebody who had an active case of Tuburculosis, and sure enough, the person with the Turb was one of the Illegal Alien bus boys who was working at the restaurant! Imagine all the stuff he was handling! He was setting the tables, so people were eating off of utensils that may have been coughed on by him.
That is just one story I have, folks. Restaurants are gaping holes of germy hell, and if given the choice, I would rather pluck a tuna roll off the twat of a naked woman than eat at a restaurant with teen-aged employees who are lazy and careless, or people who come from countries without indoor plumbing and don't know any better.
I eat out at restaurants or get takeout maybe 6 times a year, and I think my family has way less episodes of diarrhea and vomiting than most, and I credit it to not eating out very often, and being very careful when I store and prepare food. My friends ridicule me because I go through hundreds of latex gloves a month but hey- wouldn't you feel more comfortable knowing I wear rubber gloves when I change a poopy diaper, and that I don't ever touch raw meat with my bare hands if you were invited to my house for dinner?
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