Getting lunch today sparked this question in me.
Why put on plastic gloves to make sandwiches if you are going to use the same gloves to touch the register and customer's money, and not switch them when you make the next sandwich?
They are not worn to protect your hands.
Such a pet peeve of mine. Gloves are great but I have seen on many occsions the following:
1) Some food preparers (at the same restauraunt) wear gloves while other don't (apparently some folks are naturally germ-free)
2) Some folks choose to wear one glove only (the 'Michael Jackson only one of my hands contains germs' method)
3) I regularly see gloved food preparers pick up the phone, pull open the refrigerator/freezer doors, handle the trash cans, use the cash register, handle money and put food in their own mouths -- then proceed to prepare food for customers
4) Yesterday, I saw a gloved preparer pick food (or something) out of his teeth -- the gloves stayed on.
In addition to poor glove use protocols, the other "thing I don't understand and bugs me" at sub-shops is when my sandwich preparer talks while preparing my sandwich. I am sure many of you don't mind this or never gave it any thought, but it drives me crazy (thus, the moniker 'Neurotic Guy'). People spray when they talk, which is fine -- but not in my sub please.
About a month ago I was getting a ham and cheese sub from my favorite place -- great subs, usually good use of gloves and hygenic practices. The guy making my sub was new and was talking non-stop to his co-worker about basketball -- mostly about a pick-up game he is apparently involved in. Well, the gentleman happened to also have a speech impediment in the form of a lisp that caused an inordinate amount of spittle to visibly protrude from his mouth especially when vocaliizing the 'S' sound. Aided by gravity, much of this spittle had nowhere to land but upon my sandwich. As he completed the rolling of my sandwich to place it in the to-go bag, he uttered these words to his colleague(I kid you not): "I woke up this morning with a wicked bad sore throat". Despite self-awareness of my idiosyncratic nonsense and my typical ability to get past things that bother me, I was unable to assure myself that I was over-reacting -- I could not eat this sub and I left hungry and without the sandwich.