Once I saw her fingerprints on the bread, it was bye bye

I'm on your side here.

This is why I wouldn't use door dash for restaurant foods. I've heard some of these people "sample" the foods they deliver. I don't eat out anyway. I'd use delivery for groceries if I couldn't get to a store for some reason, but not for prepared food.
Here in Canada the food containers for home delivery have large adhesive stickers on the lids or dishes, so you know it has NOT been opened since it left the food cafe, and so do the bags that the food comes in. What a low trust place you must live in.
 

After reading and returning the menu, I spray hand sanitizer. Always have a small one with me. It’s easier than the washroom rigamarole, then not touching chairs, wiping down glasses, wiping off cutlery, etc. I wouldn’t enjoy the meal if I became too fanatical. I have a friend like that.

Family and friends with pets can go either way, if people’s standards are not perfect but similar to my own I’m fine.
My granddaughter lets the cat on the counter. I’m mortified. Since I only see her once a year, I say nothing.
 
Here in Canada the food containers for home delivery have large adhesive stickers on the lids or dishes, so you know it has NOT been opened since it left the food cafe, and so do the bags that the food comes in. What a low trust place you must live in.
I've actually seen articles on this and hidden video of delivery people sampling food.

And if anyone wants to use these delivery services, they certainly can.
 
After reading and returning the menu, I spray hand sanitizer. Always have a small one with me. It’s easier than the washroom rigamarole, then not touching chairs, wiping down glasses, wiping off cutlery, etc. I wouldn’t enjoy the meal if I became too fanatical. I have a friend like that.


My granddaughter lets the cat on the counter. I’m mortified. Since I only see her once a year, I say nothing.
I draw the line with animals around people eating. I was raised that animals were put up (outside or in another room) while people are eating.
 
My granddaughter lets the cat on the counter. I’m mortified. Since I only see her once a year, I say nothing.
I can't keep these two off the counter. I don't care. I haven't died or got sick yet.

I'm more concerned with the dog crap that was all over from the people next door (now moved, possibly evicted) and the thin curved burnt broken glass I found on the stairs. I'm leaving my shoes outside, picking them up and putting them in a box. Can't risk anything on the floor for my cats to pick up on their paws.
 
I've actually seen articles on this and hidden video of delivery people sampling food.

And if anyone wants to use these delivery services, they certainly can.
I've seen this too, watched on Youtube as people have recorded their delivery driver..usually someone on a moped, having dipped into their food...that's disgusting..apparently it's quite a common ting..

I never get food delivered from take aways..if I want fast food..and that's only very rarely then I go and get it myself..
 
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After reading and returning the menu, I spray hand sanitizer. Always have a small one with me. It’s easier than the washroom rigamarole, then not touching chairs, wiping down glasses, wiping off cutlery, etc. I wouldn’t enjoy the meal if I became too fanatical. I have a friend like that.


My granddaughter lets the cat on the counter. I’m mortified. Since I only see her once a year, I say nothing.
I hate that too... cats have filthy paws where they've walked in all sorts of horrible things including dog & cat pee, and garbage.. and then they're allowed on the counters *ugh*...
 
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I draw the line with animals around people eating. I was raised that animals were put up (outside or in another room) while people are eating.
A TRUE STORY:

Many years ago I knew a young lady who was determined to fix me up with her mother. We arranged to meet at a café and we hit it off so we started dating. She lived in another town and one evening her ex husband showed up. I didn't meet him but I heard his voice at the door. The two of them had "joint custody" of the dog so he just dropped by to leave the pooch. I like dogs, so far so good.

Later on we found our way to the bedroom and the dog was nudging the mattress with his nose the whole time we were "at it". Not good but we were already going at it full swing so stopping to remove the dog was out of the question. After a shower we sat down at the table for dinner where poochie put his paws up on the edged of the table and she gave him periodic bits of our dinner. I knew then that I had to end the relationship but I was trying to be calm and I said nothing.

When dinner was finished and we cleared off the table and we sat down on the sofa for some TV time. Yep, you guessed it! The dog took a seat alongside of us. My mind was racing but I kept cool thinking of excuses to go home earlier than I had planned.

The next day I telephoned to tell her I wouldn't be seeing her any more and I told her the reason why. I found it odd that she said she understood but didn’t say that she would/could change the dog situation for the benefit of our relationship. I didn’t think it was my place to ask her to either and so we never saw one another again. 🧐
 
If you’re eating out, you really don’t know how many people have handled the bread. That same bread could have handled by someone who just used the washroom and didn’t wash their hands . One of many reasons I don’t like eating out.
Ever watch Gordon Ramseys cooking shows? The chefs are constantly poking and handling the food bare handed, grosses me out. Like you it's a reason I don't like going out to eat.
 
A TRUE STORY:

Later on we found our way to the bedroom and the dog was nudging the mattress with his nose the whole time we were "at it". Not good but we were already going at it full swing so stopping to remove the dog was out of the question.
Not quite a "coitus interruptus" but I think the next time her dog would have nudged both of you while being "at it":ROFLMAO:.
But to be serious, I would have ended the relationship too.
 
Interesting topic @LoveTulips
How was the rest of the meal? Did you have spaghetti?
I had lasagna, had coffee. I actually felt like leaving the moment the bread incident happened but stayed for the meal. When they asked me out again(thru email), I said no, I had family matters to attend to. Then they asked a third time and that is when I was diagnosed with stage1 uterine cancer and I didn't even bother to answer.
 
I had lasagna, had coffee. I actually felt like leaving the moment the bread incident happened but stayed for the meal. When they asked me out again(thru email), I said no, I had family matters to attend to. Then they asked a third time and that is when I was diagnosed with stage1 uterine cancer and I didn't even bother to answer.

I would have still gone out with them,not something to lose friends over, just don't eat bread or any other shared item.
 
so what is the point of me taking them off?

Suppose I'm using a public restroom and standing at a urinal and getting God knows what on the bottoms of my shoes. I then go home and track that filth all over the floors and carpets inside my home. I then take a shower in the evening and get that filth on the bottoms of my bare feet as I walk to and from my bathroom. I then climb into bed and have that filth in bed with me. NO THANKS!
 
Suppose I'm using a public restroom and standing at a urinal and getting God knows what on the bottoms of my shoes. I then go home and track that filth all over the floors and carpets inside my home. I then take a shower in the evening and get that filth on the bottoms of my bare feet as I walk to and from my bathroom. I then climb into bed and have that filth in bed with me. NO THANKS!
You're not getting the point. I could take my shoes off but the carpets and floors are dirty anyways with hubby walking around in his outside shoes. So I just don't bother anymore.
 
Suppose I'm using a public restroom and standing at a urinal and getting God knows what on the bottoms of my shoes. I then go home and track that filth all over the floors and carpets inside my home. I then take a shower in the evening and get that filth on the bottoms of my bare feet as I walk to and from my bathroom. I then climb into bed and have that filth in bed with me. NO THANKS!
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You're not getting the point.
I think Oslooskar's point is relevant.
I could take my shoes off but the carpets and floors are dirty anyways with hubby walking around in his outside shoes. So I just don't bother anymore.
Something is wrong with this picture.
 
Before my wife and I were married we kind of ran around together.
One late night we stopped at a little restaurant and ordered a pizza.
We were the only ones there other than the cook/ owner.
He brought the pizza out with a filthy apron on and came back later and asked how we liked the pizza while he wiped his nose on the sleeve of his shirt.
We just kind of looked at each other the way you do when you just ate that about makes you sick.
Since then we act like we are wiping our noses up our sleeve and laugh about how we like the pizza!
 
Before my wife and I were married we kind of ran around together.
One late night we stopped at a little restaurant and ordered a pizza.
We were the only ones there other than the cook/ owner.
He brought the pizza out with a filthy apron on and came back later and asked how we liked the pizza while he wiped his nose on the sleeve of his shirt.
We just kind of looked at each other the way you do when you just ate that about makes you sick.
Since then we act like we are wiping our noses up our sleeve and laugh about how we like the pizza!
 


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