Two weeks ago I discovered a hole-in-the-wall deli in the middle of K street that serves a great steak and cheese. I’ve been getting my lunches there, and have built a good rapport with the owner. I went back today for their $6.50 lunch “special” – a real steal in Washington, D.C. when most lunches cost at least $7. Nice!

So, we’re bantering back and forth… and right before he closes the styrofoam box with my food, he sneezes INTO my french fries. And without batting an eyelid, he shuts the box and rings the food up at the register.

I keep my polite smile on, pay for the food (and spew), end our conversation and leave.

Then I walked up to the closest trashcan, discreetly put the food on the trashcan (for the homeless guy) and bought myself a sandwich at the nearby Potbellies.

Ick. Lunch “special” indeed. I’m not going back there – ever. Makes me wonder how many buckets of respiratory droplets I’ve ingested from the deli guy’s nasal passages.

Ick! :)