Every once in a while, I like to get a coffee and a cinnamon bun from Cinnabon. They’re certainly not great, but still, they’re certainly edible, especially if the bun are more fresh than not.
Cinnabon just gives you a Styrofoam cup; coffee, lids, additives, etc. are all around the side. So the clerk grabs the cup off the stack and puts it open end down on the counter.
At this point, I complain. “I drink out of that cup without a lid, and you’re putting the part I drink out of on a counter where people put their hands, their money, and spill shit. You’re putting that cup lip on a counter where bugs can run around and contaminate it.”
I got a weird look, and an argument about how wonderful the Cinnabon counters are, and how bug free they are. I eventually won the argument, and he got me another cup. As soon as he pulled the fresh cup of the stack:
Oh I know that one! Isn’t it–“A moth in a cup is worth a free Cinnabon”? I can’t tell you how many times I think of that old adage!
Frankly though, shudder. All I can think of is not noticing the moth in there, pouring hot coffee on it, and swigging it down. I think I just grossed myself out.
When you consider that the law only requires a certain ratio of bug parts in the wheat that made your flour, escaping moth footprints probably isn’t a real concern.
See, if it was me, and even if I had been squicked at the cup on the counter (I wouldn’t be, really), I couldn’t have resisted taking the comedic opportunity to do a deadpan gesture that I’d just settle for the first cup.
When I was a health aide and I had to cleaned under my clients fingernails and I wore rubber gloves while doing this. You would not believe the shit the I dug out of their nails ! I mean feces was packed under their nails . I don’t think the OP was overreacting at all. I hate to shake hands with people , when I do I wash my hands as soon as I can.
I had a killer business trip. Then flew from California to Atlanta which turned into another grueling adventure…by the time I got to Atlanta I was wiped out.
At some ungodly hour I got a Chik Fil A with a large drink (no lid yet).
As the clerk handed me a bunch of change it feel right into the already filled cup.
I just took it as is because I was too tired to give a shit.
