tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131394519819390061.post8478429241651808048..comments2023-04-15T06:22:43.390-06:00Comments on Hygiene Hunter: An open letter to my son.Eva Polishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17872159898880688505noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131394519819390061.post-37902261809530153932010-01-10T14:11:58.296-07:002010-01-10T14:11:58.296-07:00How about drinking from a cup left behind?... just...How about drinking from a cup left behind?... just yesterday, my husband & I browsed through a book store. Coffee? he said, I gladly agreed while busily perousing interior design magazines. He leaded me to the table he had selected.. at the table I found a cup of coffe warm, not hot... I zipped a bit then I went to him still standing at the counter. "honey, could you please ask them if this can be hotter?" puzzled he asked me: "Where did you got this cup?! I have yours here." I was shocked!! I zip from a left behind cup filled with what ever germs the right ower had. AHHHHH! panic and fear gripped me from head to toe... here I am monitoring my insides and my temperature. <br /><br />Yes, HH, eating off public floors is as disgusting as drinking from a left behind somebody's cup. Yuck!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com