Friends were joking that for my belated birthday celebration, they'd take me to lunch at a vendor cart. Everyone knows I never eat at the darned things and have a phobia about such places. Well, this afternoon as I hung around Sunset Blvd., I observed this vendor.
He ran his fingers through his hair twice. Rubbed his face - all over - as if trying to remove the grit and sweat, then wiped his hands on his pants. He poked his butt (as if he were the only person on planet earth) and then touched the food. Yep, he didn't put on any gloves.
An unsuspecting customer came up, he fixed his hot dog (with bare hands), took his money, made change, and helped the next victim. Not once - not once - did he ever wipe his hands with a damp cloth. Use hand sanitizer. Or wipe them with baby wipes. Money is one of the filthiest things we handle on a daily basis and this man is serving food.
So, I'll be the stuffy one and maintain my boycott against cart vendors. I'm unwilling to eat food prepared with uncleaned, dirty hands. The same way I wouldn't eat at a restaurant with a B or C rating, I won't chance eating from a vendor's cart where there is no rating system and no oversight by the health department. What I'd like to know is, why do many people patronize these vendor carts?
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