Stopped for a six pack of Labatt Blue after a long day of work and a night of school.. while in the bar, the cashier was prepping wings. Ok, I get it. It's a bar.. it's not going to be clean, it won't be nice.. it won't be proper, and far be it from me to judge... my wife is in London right now and the shape of the house is less than perfect. I'd say the house of more bachelor. I love my wife, though, so it will be spotless in time for her arrival home next week.That being said... the cashier was prepping some jalapeno fries while I waited to get checked out. He proceeded to put his hand directly into a jar of spicy toppings--glove less--and then came over without hesitation and took my money, bagged my beer, and went back to creating his meal .. If only the patrons knew where that hand was.. but would the patrons care?
Before I left I was going to order wings. After I saw this I walked out and bought a frozen dinner at the store next door.......
And even the Labatt Blue is going down less than smooth..
