Oxnard—Sometimes, my past truly haunts me, making me realize that I’ll never escape what’s been ingrained into my mindset.
TO explain, the J-Train and I were out the other day, and on the way home, we decided to pick up dinner at one of the local restaurants. It started okay; I was being my usual goofball self, and the J-Train and I each ordered chicken salads.
Sounds nice, right? Well, from there, the cook first prepared the lettuce, and when I say that, I mean scooped it out of a giant bag and plopped it into a to-go container.
Then they microwaved a couple of bacon strips, set them aside, and started cooking the chicken, which took about 15 minutes while the lettuce sat on the hot make-station table getting warm. Meanwhile, people were moving around and touching things other than our food without sanitizing their hands, so they cross-contaminated everything.
Needless to say, that did not make me happy, and I became disgruntled. The order taker asked me if I was alright and said that our order would take a while longer.
I explained to her that salads taste better cold, and plopping lettuce into a to-go container…
