Table wipes > Ass wipes
I’m out today doing what I shouldn’t be doing: Eating fried chicken at Popeyes. Luv the spicy white 2pc and mashers with cajun gravy all washed down with a gallon of Diet Coke elixir of the Gods. Sad. Anyhoot, as I’m contemplating my choice for dining in the “dining room” I notice a Popeyes employee cleaning the tables. Okay so far, looks like some sort of antiseptic blue liquid . . . I’m cool with germ killing blue liquids. Looks like she’s giving the tabletop a good going-over with the death-to-germs soaked rag. And then I see it.
Uh oh . . .
In the blink of an eye, the tabletop rag has morphed into the seat cleaning rag . . . or ass wipe rag. “Oh no, no, no, . . . nooooooooooooooooo,” she takes the newly morphed ass wipe rag and moves to the next table and . . . yep . . . it’s now the tabletop rag again. Ass to mouth, mouth to ass, repeat and rinse. Man-o-man. Actually, this is nothing new, I’ve seen this scene repeated many times in many places . . . appetizing.
I do have one bright spot to report: Roy Rogers. I was in a Roy’s in Gaithersburg one fine day getting my Roast Beast on when I spied the ubiquitous bucket of blue. Only this time it had some lettering on it. The lettering said, “For Tabletops ONLY!”
Yes, that’s what I’m talking about. Someone somewhere gets it: “Oh, table wipes are table wipes, and ass wipes are ass wipes, and never the twain shall meet.” Apologies to Kipling.
Apparently you’re doing much more fast food “dining” than I’m aware of. ickh Popeyes. No wonder you went there without me. :o)
yet another reason NOT to eat at “those” places. eeewwww.
Hilarious, and true. Perhaps a reason to stick to the drive-thru?
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Kaitlin,
Thanks for dropping by, hope you come back. I know WAY too much about fast food and have an ever expanding boiler to prove it. I’m weak, what can I say :-)
Ed
LOVE the chicken @ popeyes. crispy, not tooooo greasy. add to that a nice big o’ bowl of red beans and rice. DAMN! hey ed, next time ya go, gimme a shout. lisa doesn’t know what she’s missing. just don’t eat in.
Don’t worry Ed, the dude in the back that fried your chicken wiped his ass with his hand just before serving it to you. Two ass-encounters cancel each other out.