My little sons wanted pizza, but one of them was sick, so I decided to go to a well-known chain pizza place on Florence Blvd. to get carry-out. It was 3:00 in the afternoon, and no customers there. There was a lone male working at that time. I gave him my order, then sat on the bench, waiting for him to prepare it. He had a telephone call during the meantime, and talked to whomever for a long time. That irritated me, but worse, during the whole coversation, he kept scratching his head and twisting his hair. When he completed his coversation, he went over to the prep table, without washing hands, and I saw him scoop up a big hand-full of mushrooms and spread across the pizza he had started before the phone call. I said, "Sorry, but I wouldn't eat that with your mouth, let alone mine." I explained why. He was definitely po'd, but washed his hands and started all over again. I have never been back again.
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