AMonger
Veteran Expediter
I stopped in the Loves near Little Rock. I noticed they have their own, Loves-branded sandwich shop there now. Everything looks like it was modeled after Subway. I'm a sucker for anything new, so I ordered one. The counter woman put on a pair of gloves, and THEN picked up a wet rag from the sink to wipe down the counter. It was obvious she knew nothing about general sanitation or hygiene practices.
She started wiping down the area where the sandwiches touch, and as she did, the rag dragged through the lettuce. That was too much for me. I told her I'd just take the soda I had on the counter. "What did I do wrong?" she demanded. I told her about the rag and the lettuce, though I should have also mentioned that she was handling a rag of unknown cleanliness while wearing the plastic gloves with which she was going to make my sandwich.
"I can change the lettuce!" she insisted.
"No, that's allright..."
She offered a couple more times while ringing up my Pepsi, but I had seen enough to know that she doesn't have a clue about hygiene, and that means many other things could be wrong.
So a few hours later, I'm at the Hook in Texarkana, and I forget what I bought, but some form of nourishment. I'm paying for it at the counter. Meanwhile, the maintenance person is taking out the trash, and the counter help takes the semi-full trash bag from the wastecan and HANDS IT OVER THE COUNTER TO HIM, PASSING RIGHT OVER MY FOOD. Now, I'm not a clean fanatic, but I have reasonable standards of cleanliness. It seems no one in the truckstops shares those standards. These happened on the same day, just hours apart.
The Hook was entirely out of coffee, too. How's that happen?
She started wiping down the area where the sandwiches touch, and as she did, the rag dragged through the lettuce. That was too much for me. I told her I'd just take the soda I had on the counter. "What did I do wrong?" she demanded. I told her about the rag and the lettuce, though I should have also mentioned that she was handling a rag of unknown cleanliness while wearing the plastic gloves with which she was going to make my sandwich.
"I can change the lettuce!" she insisted.
"No, that's allright..."
She offered a couple more times while ringing up my Pepsi, but I had seen enough to know that she doesn't have a clue about hygiene, and that means many other things could be wrong.
So a few hours later, I'm at the Hook in Texarkana, and I forget what I bought, but some form of nourishment. I'm paying for it at the counter. Meanwhile, the maintenance person is taking out the trash, and the counter help takes the semi-full trash bag from the wastecan and HANDS IT OVER THE COUNTER TO HIM, PASSING RIGHT OVER MY FOOD. Now, I'm not a clean fanatic, but I have reasonable standards of cleanliness. It seems no one in the truckstops shares those standards. These happened on the same day, just hours apart.
The Hook was entirely out of coffee, too. How's that happen?