The Fork

It just sat there staring at me mockingly! That damn fork.

My family and I sat at the restaurant hungry, waiting for our bread to arrive at our table. When it finally arrived, it was warm, buttery, and melted in our mouths. 

My daughter grabbed the plates, she handed one to my son, my husband, and that’s where it stopped. The third plate and thereafter were filthy. But here’s the thing, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but retailers and restaurants are suffering from employees not showing up to work. Hell, not only are they not showing up, but so many people quit in 2020 and apparently moved on.

We have gone to this particular restaurant 100 times; it’s usually fully staffed, packed wall to wall with friendly faces. But this particular night, the crowd was few and angry. I believe there were only two overworked waitresses.

And five somewhat grimy forks that we refused to touch.

None of us cared to complain because we knew Covid did a number on many businesses, and those showing up were overworked. So we decided to order something that didn’t require the use of forks.

I’m always skeptical about using utensils at any restaurant, but now my skepticism has grown substantially. 

Covid has made me not want to touch anything. So this made me wonder how people with OCD are handling this. Do you skip going out to eat, bowling, traveling, skating, and taking your kids to bounce zones? I’m trying to list places where germs come to play.

Have we come to a time where we need to pack our utensils, or is that taking it too far?

Picture your food being served as you reach in your purse and hand out forks to your whole crew. And just in case that soup looks tasty better pack a spoon!

You could have chosen any blog to read, but you chose mine, and I’m honored!

~Belladonna~