We had our own gas pump in the police motor pool St Patrick’s day One lucky dog mom shirt. There wasn’t even a way to document how much gas each vehicle used. We just drove up to the pump and filled up. When we had a city jail on the upper floor of the police station, we had prisoner trustys to do the fueling for us. When I worked for a state agency out of a remote one-man office, I had a gas credit card assigned to the vehicle. It was a commercial account, and not all gas stations accepted it. Learning which ones did was one of those trivial items no one thinks to tell you. When I was a student I worked on one of those ever present Scottish wool shops. If you had a coach load of Americans turn up, there was havoc. You kind of needed to know the tartans a bit as everyone had a clan from about 400 years ago !!! After the various hats, scarves, skirts and sporrans there was a lot of shortbread in the bags.
Then there was Lenny who would make the Blue Cheese dressing in giant batches. He would be up to his arms in it mixing it together bare handed. I ate a lot of that, best I ever had. Look, let’s be serious, when was the last time you heard about them wading thru dead bodies at restaurants. Occasionally you get that burrito place or a party with bad shrimp or something like that where people get food poisoned, but it isn’t a common event. The romaine lettuce outbreak of e.coli wasn’t even restaurants’ fault, they got bad batches of it and served it unknowingly. One restaurant I worked for came down with salmonella, the staff and owner. The owner kept geese in back and that was not a good idea, it nearly killed him. No customers ever came forward with it though. I and several others didn’t get it either. One thing I didn’t eat for many years was shrimp. We cooked a hundred pounds or more a week and the stink of cooking shrimp put me off it.