I can be a touchy feely guy. I love touching my friends. Pat on the back. Hugs. Leg humping (awkward . . . yet known to happen). However, I don't like people I don't know touching me. I dislike people I barely know touching me. I gained this phobia from working in restaurants. It's true. The following is a true story.
I saw a table walk in. I was in the back of the house (restaurant area where all the "magic" happens). I walk over meet, greet, food and beverage order. Before I bring their drinks, I wash my hands. Drop them off, being careful not to touch the rims of the glass (personal pet peeve, that s--t is unsanitary). Go to the back to prep some other stuff. Check on the table. Before I go back, I decide to wash my hands in the bathroom, in the front of the house (dining area). I go in, use the bathroom stall, come out and wash. During this process, the guy that I am serving came in, took a leak. As I am washing, he finishes up and walks out of the bathroom, WITHOUT WASHING HIS HANDS!
I try not to panic. S--t is disgusting. But, whatever. I drop off the food. Everything is swell. I am watching this guy eat and I am just a little repulsed. Now, let me explain. I have been places where soap and water have not been readily available. I can excuse that. But if there is soap or, at the minimum, water, use it. At the end of the meal, the guy wanted to thank me and shake my hand and give compliments. While he was doing this, my only thought was, "Please. Take your DICK BEATERS OFF OF ME, you nasty pig."
I wish I had a witty end to this story, but I don't. Washing hands is beneficial. It prevents the spread of disease. Just do it. And, because of people like that, I can't trust you touching me if I don't know you. Even at that, I will ask you if you washed your hands. And I will smell them, jerk. And if I don't believe you, I have sanitizer in my bag. I don't care if you get offended. Give your H1N1 to someone else.
Below is a video that really explains this situations in restaurants.
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