Again, with the germs. The fantastic, fantastically horrid abundance of germs that are flitting and flying around everywhere.
Wearing gloves, the camarera picked up a croissant and placed it on a plate for the gentleman. I witness that and thought, “good good”. As someone who comes from a place with many dining establishment healthy and safety rules and regulations, that was an ordinary act and I was glad to have seen it. What followed, however, was not to my liking.
The middle aged plump woman took those purple Latex ridden hands and proceeded to make the coffee. Okay, pues, not so terrible. She touched a croissant, a plate, the coffee machine, a coffee cup, the coffee, etc. with gloved hands. Maybe she just wore them to do all the food and drink stuff.
Oh no! She wore them forever everything! Not long after touching the croissant, plate, coffee machine, coffee cup and coffee she took the gentleman’s money and proceeded to make change and ring him up! Still with those, how rancid, purple gloves on. Are you freaking kidding me?!
With no care or notice she handled money, drinks and bare, naked food, obviously and shamefully. I think the shameful thing was that no one noticed or cared. The gentleman graciously and happily took his food and coffee and was off to enjoy the germ laden buttery pastry.
As to not offend anyone or present myself in any grotesque or snarly way I merely cut my order in half and asked for only a tea to go in which I prepared the styrofoam cup myself and when the women’s back was turned pulled the tea bag out of the box myself and placed it into the cup.
Why not just suck on a 692 pairs of hands as that is probably the amount of palms and fingers those pieces of monedas have been in. Why not just lick the bottom of the floor?
A few weeks ago I was getting a pedicure and a manicure by a very lovely woman. Our conversation reached many topics and one was me asking her how she felt about feet. Of course I’m sure she’d received this question many times, but her answer was very personal and seemingly, not recited. She told me that to her feet were way cleaner than hands. We do everything with our hands. We eat, drink, scratch out face, scratch our bum, pass money, shake hands, hold on to railings, push elevator buttons, share communal computers, graze over tourist monuments and even, shhhh, all the unmentionables that our hands help us out with 😉
Feet however, are quite a bit cleaner. They are washed once or twice a day (hopefully), and are then placed in a cozy cotton comforter, which later they are carried around in a solid structure which more or less allows nothing in our out. That is a shoe.
Now, would you rather lick a quarter or a toe??
Maybe if it was a lucky quarter…or…a lucky toe…(what’s a lucky toe?)
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