You know when you eat in a fine restaurant you expect cleanliness. I like to eat in places where I can see the kitchen. Then you know what you are getting.
One of my favorite places is Taco Bell. I'm very concerned with cleanliness and I can see everything they do. Last time I was there I ordered 3 beef tacos and a big burrito and a large coke.
The young lady that was preparing my food was not wearing the plastic gloves that they usually wear. She had just finished preparing a big order then she started to work on my order.
I almost yelled "Hey! where are your gloves?" but I didn't want her to spit in my food. I stood there and did some stand up kegel butt squeezes to relieve the tension. Plus I was hungry and I wanted my food quick.
Anyway she did wipe her gooey hands on her butt cheeks. Her jeans looked semi-clean except for some sour cream stains, so I let that pass too. I was pretty hungry as I had not eaten a thing since demolishing a bag of cheetos from the night before. I noticed my fingers were still a little orange looking and when no one was looking I licked them clean.
Finally she finished my order and brought the tray over. When she set the tray in front of me I noticed her fingernails were really filthy. Like someone who never has washed their hands or a mechanic who has just rebuilt a motor, they were black with dirt and grime and flecks of taco sauce. It was gross.
That was it for me. I was bursting with anxiety and anger and I said sternly, Can I please get some extra sour cream? She looked at me and said sure sweety and gave me a big toothless grin. I could not believe she called me sweety. And that smile was unforgettable.
When she brought back my sour cream she touched my arm like girls do when they like you.
I smiled and said thank you so much. I got her number and tonight we're going to eat at Popeyes.
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