I'm still really tired from getting used to the time zone and the long hours, so, I'm not going to do a cartoon on this one tonight, but today at lunch, several of my co-workers went over to the self-serve line to get hot dogs.   Ahead of them was a French guy that reached WITH HIS HANDS to grab a hot dog.  One of the employees, quick as lightning, whacked his hand and told him, "no hands, use tongs!"  We were laughing about it when we got back to our table, because we just knew he was telling his buddies that everyone in the DFAC was allowed to have hot dogs but him and he couldn't understand why they wouldn't let him have one.

Sometimes it's tough working/living with other people (not just our coalition partners because some of the U.S. folks are pretty scary, too) because they don't have some of the same paranoid hygiene standards that I do.  Like when a guy reached over the divider wall to grab a hamburger bun from the grill, or this guy today who tried to grab a hot dog.  You know, sometimes I'm paranoid for a REASON.  Sometimes not. 

I'm just glad that they make everyone wash their hands at the sinks on the way into the dining facility.