I was at the McDonald's at 6219 Rolling Road in Springfield this morning and the person working in the food prep area, a young man, dropped the spatula he was using on the floor.
Instead of putting the spatula aside to be washed later, he just picked it up and put in back in the food storage area, obviously intending to use it again.
Neither he nor any of the female employees nearby who saw this seemed to think there was anything wrong with this.
That set off my berserk button.* I loudly said, "Excuse me!" several times until I got his attention, then I pointed and said, "You just dropped that spatula on the floor! You need to wash it before you use it again!"
He gave me a look like I was being totally unreasonable, then put the spatula aside, saying, "I wash it."
While I don't expect gourmet cuisine or white glove service when I order food from McDonald's, I do expect basic fucking cleanliness and not having to worry if my food or the utensils used to prepare it have been dropped on the floor.
*There are very few things that will cause me to go from zero to raging in less than a second. Fucking with my food is one of those things.
"Only good things can come of more communication." - Cary Wiedemann, March 3, 2005