So right after I lamented my lack of funny and/or interesting blog posts, I have a doozy. At least I do if "interesting" is a synonym for "utterly gross".

Last night Alan and I went to dinner at Olive Garden, to start Wedding Week off right. We get seated and are in the stage of menu-perusing and soda-sipping when the people at the table directly in front of us (two ladies and an infant) gather their belongings and leave. Their waitress, a different chick from our waitress thank gods, comes over to clear the table.

The waitress picks up a triangle of fried mozzarella off a discarded plate, swirls it round and round in the dipping sauce AND EATS IT.

But wait there's more.

I do so solemnly swear that I am not making this up: the triangle she devoured already HAD A BITE OUT OF IT.

On the positive side, I suppose we can relax about the cleanliness of the kitchens at the OG, and the non-likelihood of waitron-food-tampering, since the workers are willing to eat it.

Once, a long time ago, I was in a Waffle House in Jacksonville, Florida, at about 3:00 AM and I saw a waitress eating leftover bacon when she cleared a table, but I figured maybe she'd seen it on a side plate and knew it hadn't been touched or something. Icky, but possibly explainable - although still not something I'd do in a bazillion years even if I waited tables - but I mean, at least the bacon didn't have BITES out of it. AAAAAAAGH!