R.N. on Iguana Mack’s in Chandler:
The best part was the waitress walking around with the check pad stuffed down the back of her over- stretched pants. Â When she placed it on our table we had to use a napkin to open it. Gross.
Iguana Mack’s [Yelp]
Was she holding it between her cheeks? did she wipe her butt with the corners? No? So it was just touching the skin on her ass? I’ve met people that would pay to touch a young girls ass. Throwing out the perverse side of Americans, lets focus on the squeamish Americans that seem to think anything they touch has been in a better place than touching the skin on this girls ass. Think about this for a second: Every check pad has touched the hands of literally hundreds of hands throughout the week. Don’t worry about those dirty waitstaff who wash their hands after breathing the wrong way, worry about the fact : the chances that in the last 50 tables before you that touched the check pad probably went to the bathroom without washing their hands is probably very good in all odds whether one or two. And even if not, I’m sure that at least one woman touched the bottom of her purse before touching your check pad, (a purse that was very likely on the bathroom floor. Stop complaining, buck up, touch the check pad and wash your hands afterward. Especially if you touched any dollar bills because chances are that your money was down the front side pants of some stripper within the past month.