AT THE MAID RITE

One day I stopped at one of the local Maid Rite restaurants to pick up some
food to take home. So I sat at the counter and gave the waitress my order.
The work station for the Maid Rite sandwiches was right out in view of the
customers. So as I'm hanging around waiting for my order, I happened to notice my waitress lick her thumb several times to flip through the tickets on the order pad. Then I see her handling money as customers pay their bills. Then she goes over and makes Maid Rites with her ungloved, spit thumbed, filthy cash germy hands. She eventually came over to me with my bill and I said I've changed my mind, and I don't want my order now. I'm sure she didn't have a clue why I left empty handed. I never went back to that particular Maid Rite, but I subsequently told an awful lot of people about that experience. Apparently I'm still telling about it.