The Return of I Really Need to Start Making My Own Lunch
So I ordered a turkey sub from the cafeteria in my office and asked for spicy mustard. The sandwich maker, who appeared to be a relatively new employee, was having trouble identifying the requested condiment from an array of yellow squeeze bottles behind the counter. In order to determine which one was spicy (and prepare for the grossness btw), she proceeded to squeeze some mustard onto her glove, taste it, and see if it was in fact spicy. Needless to say, it was pretty disgusting. Thankfully she changed gloves before continuing to make my sandwich, but my facial reaction of pure repulsion pretty much summed up the incident. I mean, there's this thing called a label which would probably work much better than the aforementioned taste method. All it takes is some masking tape and a Sharpee. Not much to it, ya know? Anyway, I’m going to run over to Giant and buy a bottle of Gulden's in order to avoid reliving that experience ever again.