Dining out is over. I’ve have had my last dining experience during this nonsense of supposed “safe eating.” Going above and beyond to keep patrons and workers safe has reached an unsafe and toxic level. Forcing me to sit outside on a parking lot in a folding chair where it is cold and at times gusty, eliminating menus causing everyone to use their phone to view the menu, and watching people hanging their soiled mask under their chin with their ears serving as a laundry line while eating is $%^&* disgusting. Who wants to look at that while eating.
Worse are those who leave their mask on while waiting for food or even worse (can it get really get worse?), pulling the mask down to take a bite and then putting it back into place. Yep, have seen that. Seriously? If the mask is “catching” all the viruses as you go about your day, wouldn’t you want that bastard clear away from your mouth while eating? Maybe in another county? Please acknowledge this paranoid behavior that is serving no purpose and actually placing you in harm’s way.
Today as I sat in my last restaurant experience restaurant, I watched the bus service that consisted of spraying down a table top with I’m sure pink toxic chemicals after the guests left. Then he used the same towel to wipe down chairs and the salt and pepper shakers. Where is the logic in that situation? Spreading the supposed germs everywhere and on food containers the next guy sprinkles on his food?
If one is so concerned about the dangers of dining out amongst others who are presumed to be germ carriers and spreaders—even though they have no symptoms (and keep the rampant asymptomatic spread concerns to yourself; are you really buying that logic filled to the brim with fear?)—please just stay home dude. Make your own meal. Eat it there. Wear your mask and be paranoid. Leave me out of it. Why are you in a restaurant at all? Think about that, long and hard.
Did I say I am done? Yep, I am done until this obsessive paranoia that has collided with Stockholm syndrome dissipates.
—Sketch
