During a shift one day, I noticed the ranch dressing was getting a little low. I pulled out the massive ranch tub from the fridge and started topping the ranch container off. I looked down, and I noticed something funny about the dressing. Instead of having those little blue/green pieces you see in regular ranch, it was just plain white. Blue cheese. I had poured blue cheese in the ranch container.
I couldn’t just leave it, obviously, because what if someone was allergic to blue cheese? I got down on the floor with the blue cheese/ranch mixture. I was freaking out slightly, so when I noticed the trash can sitting in front of me, it seemed the only logical thing to do; I reached in the container with both hands and scooped out the blue cheese I had poured, and plopped it into the trash can. Then, I stirred the remaining blue cheese into the ranch so no one would notice.
And that’s why you shouldn’t trust places with a salad bar.