Showing posts with label festering sores. Show all posts
Showing posts with label festering sores. Show all posts

07 November 2008

Ode to the Cafeteria Lady


Dear Cafeteria Lady,

Most food handlers shyly bandage their wounds, as if they are something to be ashamed of and covered up. Not you! You gave me and others a good view of your open sores. I don't know what created those festering spots on your arms, but I want to thank you for serving as a role model and displaying them nonchalantly... proudly, even! That kind of honesty and openness is the mark of a truly different level of service!

Yours in Bacitracin,


L.A. Cochran



On a related hygiene/food service note, I am recycling a topic that I've never gotten a satisfactory answer to: What's the deal with servers putting bill holders (your bill in a leatherette holder) down the back of their pants?

I don't want to see that. Does anybody want to see that? I know servers have a lot to juggle but, people, EW.