This whole thread cracks me up, especially the parts about them running in and out to change the tureen.
Bad Ca3799!
There’s a mystery shrouding the tureen?
Was it quantum soup?
Probably watched Fight Club the night before.
Excellent!
I see you are a guest here. That sort of post will get you an invite to stay.
That wasn’t split pea…that was Cream of Phlegm soup! :eek:
I could see this whole incident being part of David Letterman’s show…“What soup is that?” where David and Paul are just going down to the cafeteria by their stage and doing exactly what the OP and friend were doing. Get the resident angry bitch to be the germiphobe. Yeah, I’d watch that.
Mmmmm…sounds yummy.
Sloe Neusday reminded me of the lady I saw in the grocery store one day, complaining loudly about other people’s rudeness while at the same time selecting bagels by turning each one over in her hand and then putting it back.
Eeww.
Why do places cater to recurring nuisances? She’s a toxic customer. Her histrionics will cost more in sales than she gives (such as with you and your friend).
Managers - you can get rid of bad customers.
That’s what the cafeteria lady said!
(You don’t work in my cafeteria, by and chance, do yo?)
( I actually liked the look of it, but I let my friend talk me out of buying some…And soon it was gone.)
I guess I should mention the soup nut was one of the Doctors and this is the hospital cafeteria.
Too bad . . . homemade Italian wedding soup is nummy. (Don’t bother with the canned stuff. Way way WAY too much salt.)
No soup, radio.
Perhaps she noticed Autolycus putting the ladle back?
Uhmmm…
Quantum Mechanics meets the nephew of George Costanza’s one-time girlfriend?
True Blue Jack
Ever notice how often peas go through your digestive tract basically untouched?
When I have dinner at your house I am so not having the corn chowder.
Do you think the OP is lying/misrepresenting what happened? Or if you believe it happened as s/he said, can you explain how it is unsanitary to look at soup?
Reminds me of one time when I was in the cafeteria at work. I was recovering from a cold, but I try very hard to be considerate about it. Anyway, I had my food and was walking to my table when I had to sneeze. Since my hands were full, I buried my face in my elbow - perfectly acceptable, since my mouth was at least as covered as it would have been if I’d used my hands. A lady who was walking at least ten feet behind me carrying her lunch said, quite loudly, “My food!” while glaring at me. She was obviously convinced that my cold germs had rebounded off my elbow and flew at her, mutating along the way into something much deadlier.
My wife observed the whole thing, and now “my food!” in a mock outraged voice is her standard response whenever I sneeze. Aaahhh…good times.
Sometimes, when a soup is really hot, you just can’t help yourself. You know?
Enjoy,
Steven