By NICKY CHAMP
Just when you think society is going along swimmingly – we’re getting closer to curing cancer and Richard Branson is making it possible for non-astronauts to visit space – along comes a factoid that simply Blows. Your. Mind.
Hand washing – we’re doing it wrong, you guys.
Only five percent of people wash their hands properly after visiting the bathroom. Just five percent. I hope you weren’t mid-sandwich.
Everyone’s got a public hygiene cautionary tale; that time the person making your lunch sneezed into their hands and carried right on making your chicken mayo on rye. Or maybe you caught a McDonald’s trainee playing with their ponytail right before shuffling your fries.
And in order to avoid confrontation you threw the food out, because their handiwork had made you, understandably, lose your appetite.
Well, I too have not been immune to the perils of the germy-handed among us. Just last weekend I found myself in an awkward situation, except this time I actually confronted the non-hand washer, here’s how that went down:
There I was at a parkside cafe, one would even describe it as upmarket, and after placing my order (skim latte, no sugar) I hovered around the coffee pick up area as one does at eight a.m. when there is not enough caffeine in the world to mask the fog of sleep deprivation.
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I went to order a sandwich at local shopping mall and watched young girl touch money, hair, nose with same gloves she had served many people.
She says to me 'can I help you?" I reply yes, AFTER YOU CHANGE YOUR GLOVES, I'll have an egg sandwich for my son.
We have to speak up.....
I once had to ask the person making my sandwich to change the glove on their hand as they had just used it with a chux cloth to clean the bench, weirdly she was offended by my request but eventually did change it. Needless to say I never went back to that shop.