Thursday, February 28, 2008

Another Thing To Worry About...

Why did I have to read this? Argggghhhh!

5 comments:

Global Librarian said...

You think it's only a problem with the lemons? As a former waitress, I learned quickly not to think too much about what is happening in the kitchen of any place I worked...

If it hasn't killed you yet, it's unlikely to do so now. Unless the immune system has been compromised, most healthy adults can fight off the bacteria with no difficulty.

It's more of a worry with very young children, old people and anyone with a chronic illness.

One last note: 24-hour flu doesn't exist. Flu takes a minimum of 3-4 days for recovery. If you are sick for only a day or so, it is far more likely to be food poisoning. And the majority of people get food poisoning from their own kitchens. Which tend to be filthier than the typical bathroom.

The Big Finn said...

Back when I worked, I used to take customers out for lunch pretty much every day. I found, on average, that I would react badly to a lunch at least once per week which would result in me screeching into a hotel parking lot (after dropping off my customer at his office) and running inside to use the public bathrooms. While it was never life-threatening, I would definitely say that I had a lot of "close-calls". But hey, I guess that which does not kill us just makes us stronger.

IslandGirl4Ever2 said...

Tooooo funny... My friend sent a news video of this to me last week... EWWWW... was all I had to say as I pledged NEVER to grab another lemon wedge again... However, when I was in Krakow over the weekend.. my ice tea came to me in a glass with both a lime wedge and and orange wedge.. I fished them out pretty quickly and hoped there was no pooh residue left in my tea... YICKKKKKKK!!!!!! Leesa

CanadianSwiss said...

I try to avoind thinking about that stuff. However, asking for a double shot in your drinks might help kill some of the bacteria on the lemon wedges ;)

Kirk said...

TBF, are you sure your post-lunch stops in Chicago weren't a function of heavy, fried Midwestern food (as opposed to, say, poopy lemons)?