I just went and grabbed a veggie special at the Greek place a few blocks away. The guy at the register was trying to stuff a pita bread into the bag and it wouldn't fit, so he pinned the pita to the counter with his hairy Greek forearm while he made room in the bag for it. Then he put it in the bag. BARF!!! I asked him if he'd mind giving me a fresh piece of pita that he hadn't just pressed his arm against. He said "My arm is clean!". I replied, "It's the thought that counts." He got me a new piece of bread and put the bread back in the pile to give to someone else. I left there at warp speed. I don't think I'll be going back there. I just hope I can eat this lunch now.