I work as a baker in a fairly well known mental health facility. Our kitchen, in addition to providing cafeteria service and unit-meals for patients and staff, also caters receptions for various facility functions and seminars. I often help serve these funtions, and let me tell you, I see a lot of tacky behavior from some of the folks we serve(doctors, directors, social workers, etc.)It seems like the more education these supposedly intelligent and sophisticated people have, the worse they are.
The all time gross out was this. I was serving a small reception for a seminar on eating disorders. Mostly psychiatrists, a few nurses and psychologists. There were small croissant sandwiches with a variety of fillings. One guy looks at the platter, can’t decide which is which so he picks one up to look at it more closely. Still can’t figure it out, so he SNIIFFS it! Snuffled his nose right up on it too!!! THEN he decides he doesn’t want it AND PUT IT BACK ON THE PLATTER!!! I was about to try and slip over and discreetly remove the sandwich from the platter when someone else comes by, picks up that very sandwich, and eats it. I decided to let well enough alone.
I was sitting at a table in a restaurant with 3 co-workers. It happened so fast I almost didn’t believe my eyes. One of the women poured ketchup from the bottle onto her plate and then, in one quick move as she straightened up the bottle to put the top back on, she licked the gob of ketchup off the mouth of the bottle!
Well, I think it is tacky when people eat from the salad bar when they have haven’t paid for it or have no intention to. “Oh, it’s just one little olive.” Bite my ass, it isn’t there for a free snack and you know it. If you have a problem with the restaurant actually expecting you to pay for stuff you eat, then don’t patronize it. I hope the restaurants in La-La Land, where you’ll have better luck, have nice menus, jackass!
In junior high, I was consistently shocked and amazed by one of my classmates who would smear her tartar sauce, ketchup, whatever, onto her hands, then rub her hands on her fishsticks, corndogs, whichever. What a disgusting mess!
I work in a restaurant where I have seen the cook who serves the desserts and stuff push the slice of cheesecake off the utesil with his thumb, lick his thumbe then use the same method to serve the next slice without washing his hands, ewww.
I have a friend who will reach over with his fork to help himself off someone else’s plate, with “that looks good, let me try that.” Bad enough among friends, but I was eating at a festival once, at a common table and a complete stranger did this to me. Her fork right in my food. I said, “you can finish it” and left.
Well, when my dad was in the Navy, he had to investigate an outbreak of hepatitis caused by a cook used something other than a spoon to stir his sauces. The cook got four years, if I remember my dad’s story correctly.
This is definitely tacky, but also quite disgusting. My SO went to the movies and bought a drink at the concessions counter. The girl who rang him up had a little plastic cup sitting next to her station at the cash register. It was full of that orange cheese stuff they put on nachos. She was dipping her fingers (with long acrylic nails) in the cheese and sucking it off, alternating this activity with scooping up popcorn, fixing drinks, and handling money.
My SO was stunned and said, “What are you DOING?”
The girl looked surprised and said, “I like to eat this cheese,” and ate another big glob. EWW!
My grandfather passed away three weeks ago. Apparently, a neighbor has had an interest in my grandfather’s truck for quite a while now, and had asked my grandfather about it when he was still around. He was refused every time.
Very shortly after my grandfather died–as in, less than a week–he was over offering “condolences” to my grandmother. His “condolences” went something like this: “Oh, I’m so sorry to hear about that, Maria. So, what are you going to do with that truck?”
I was in a buffet restaurant once when this very dirty little girl walked up to the hot bar and grabbed a handful of macaroni and cheese. A handful, as in stuck her hand in the macaraoni and cheese. She then took a bite of it. Her mother scolded her (weakly) and the little girl put the remaining mac’n’cheese back into the pan she’d gotten it from. Several of us were grossed out and caught the attention of one of the servers who, when told what had happened, only changed the spoon.
Here’s my Ruffle. Wait, no, not a Ruffle. A Wheat Thin. Yeah, with my famous cream cheese - sour cream - onion -cheese - ham - pimento dip.
Wait, can’t use a Wheat Thin, they’re only one bite. Okay, a Town House cracker, the ones with the buttery flavor.
The Town House cracker is dipped – pristine dip, no doubt – and I eat half of the cracker. My spit has not touched the dip, okay?
Half the cracker is left. I dip again. The part of the cracker that has my spit on it is contained by the dip. Unless I’m drooling, there’s not enough slobber on the cracker to spill over into the rest of the dip. The spit has gone into the dip but it’s coming right back out covered with dip, and I’m the only one who’s gonna be exposed.
My girlfriend and I were eating at a restaurant tonight with two kids she’s babysitting. One of the little monsters announces that he’s about to loose one of his front teeth, opens wide and starts wiggling it for us.
Now, I know that’s not TOO bad, but this was in a restaurant, after we’d all eaten a big meal. And my girlfriend had told him to stop numerous times…
My interpretation of “double dipping” was:
Dip stuff up, lick it off, then dip up some more. Since the cracker/chip/carrot stick is now slick, considerably more stuff remains in the dip than I want to think about. Yes, I’ve seen this done, and yes, I was disgusted by it.
