Monday, June 26, 2006
Where There's Smoke, There's Fire

Outside the sky is prematurely dark and the air is ripe with the taste and smell of smoke.  I am surrounded by forest fires.  There is also a fresh one north of the Grand Canyon (I am also north of the Grand Canyon).  I hope they don't get as bad as they were last year. It got so bad that we went up to northern Utah to get away from the constant smell of smoke and breathing the unclean air.

Today I went with Frances and Lisa shopping for classroom supplies. We stopped off at the Golden Arches for some refreshment. I ordered the 3-pc. chicken select.  I watched a woman back in the kitchen wipe off counters then proceeded to pick out my pieces of chicken with her BARE FINGERS and put them in my box.  When the little snippet cashier brought them to me I said, "The woman touched my chicken with her bare fingers; she didn't have gloves on."  The snippet said, "They're cooks they wash their hands." I said, "She didn't wash her hands after she cleaned the counters and touched my chicken." 

I took my tray over to the table, picked up the box of chicken and walked back to the counter to speak to the manager.  The little snippet's back was to me as she proceeded to tell the manager how a 'woman was being silly over wearing gloves."  I said, "Don't talk about me like that. In a public food service establishment you're supposed to wear gloves. If you're not aware of that policy, perhaps you'd best find other employment."  The manage knew I was correct and bless-his-heart, he bent over backwards to please me.  He got me new pieces of chicken.  When I turned to go, I paused and said to the snippet, "Next time may I suggest you not patronize the customers with your ignorance." She just looked at me.

As we left we noticed that ALL of the workers in the back working with the food had gloves on. Amen, my job there was done.

Meanwhile back at the ranch...

One day left before I am rendered speechless.