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Originally Posted by Ghostvette
I've eaten in settings that would make most people choke, dirt and dust everywhere, we hadn't seen showers in a week or more and the food was green (literally). But at GC, OMG..... Some of those people hadn't seen a shower in a month, the smell as I walked in the door was awful. Supervision of children was non-existent, it's like the parents just turned their kids loose to do whatever they wanted. We couldn't find a clean table anywhere, most were covered in trash and plates that were overflowing with food and no one in sight.
We had to clear a table, I found a clean(?) towel and a bottle of something that said 'disinfectant', and sprayed and dried the table before I would even put a tray on it. Then I had some person come up and tell me that I needed to do their table. I laughed, handed them the towel & spray and said "Have at it"...
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You are bringing back memories from my time in Somalia. You would wear your uniform for as long as you could stand yourself. When I got home, I pulled my cloths out to wash them and I just about knocked my roommate out of his chair. Those cloths walked to the washer machine all by themselves.