Keep Your Mucus to Yourself

I have a problem with mucus. I admit it. I don't like to eat off people's plates or drink out of people's cups. This goes for the people I love as well. When my kids were little, people always said to me, "Oh, you'll end up sharing your water with your child." To which I would say, "No. Never." To my recollection I held firm to this because I knew...deep down in my being...that I was not one who could drink a glass of water with chewed up goldfish floating in it. I'd rather die a painful, thirsty death than drink a sip of liquid from a cup that had my sweet child's backwash in it (no matter how much I loved them). As my kids have gotten older, and I realize they can actually sip something without backwashing, I can stomach through the occasional sip (opposite side, rim wiped). If it involves a straw...i'm out. If it involves the sharing of a utensil, and I'm second in line, I'm out. When my friends and I go to lunch and someone orders a 'community dessert', I politely tell the waitress that she need not bring me a fork. I know people think this is weird. Oh well.

With my issues in mind, imagine my disgust when twice (twice!) in the last week I've witnessed a Starbuck's employee licking his fingers before dispensing my change. I was so COMPLETELY GROSSED OUT the first time that I called the corporate number and said, "GROSS!!! Do something!" The customer service rep took my info and assured me that the problem would be addressed immediately. In light of this I happily skippity do dawed my way back to Starbucks a few days later to give it another go. Same employee. Same mucus. Same finger. GAG ME. I called again and told the CSR that this time he has lost me as a customer on the days this guy is working. I don't want the poor guy fired, I just don't want his spit on my money. C'mon...it's flu season. Has he heard of the swine flu? He needs to stop his piggy ways.

I think he should get a job at 31 Flavors since he likes to lick things.

Anonymously Yours

Reading Marie's blog has reminded me (again) how much I despise "anonymous" posts. Honestly, isn't the internet/blogging anonymous enough without calling oneself "Anonymous"? Invariably, anonymous posters post negative comments. This results in something much like a hit and run accident. They do damage and then high tail it away from the scene of the crime, leaving the poor victim to wonder what in the heck just hit them. How spineless does an individual have to be to hide behind the cloak of "anonymous"? Perhaps I don't understand it because I tend to own my comments - positive and negative. Really, their self esteem must be even lower than mine is because I like attaching my name to my dumb comments.

So...to all you Debbie Downers of the world (waa waaaah)...who get your kicks posting ugly and hateful things anonymously...stand up and let yourself be seen! The gig is up and your true colors (as Cindy Lauper, non-anonymously, once said) are shining through.