Today, I was in line at a restaurant behind a kid who's face bore more metal fragments than a war veteran hit with shrapnel. He was tattooed from end to end, and was complaining to a friend how difficult it is for him to find a job. I had to stifle back the laughter.
How sad is it that some sick sadist has more freedom to wear shrapnel in his lip while at work than I have to enjoy a meal not risking contamination from his mutilations?
If your restaurant is found to employ servers with metal in their face that was not prescribed by a doctor, I wont be eating there again!
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