Grubby & Used

Have you ever thought about the spoon that holds the soup you're slurping? Or the knife that slices your steak? Or event the fork that stabs the salad you're munching? Well I try not to think about my silverware when I am touching my food and tongue to it. But has it ever occurred to you that maybe the last person to pick their teeth with your knife could have had some sort of strange mouth disease? Maybe some past eater had a creepy parasite crawling over his/her tongue as they lick the last smidgen of french onion soup off of the back of the spoon you're currently using? I know restaurants take great care of their dishes and silverware, and use industrial washers and boiling water and such, and I don't doubt their sterilization methods. But... just the thought of the sharing my silverware with the other thousands of mouths that have slobbered on it tends to make my skin crawl. So try not to think of the bunches of grungy fingered, rancid breathed, gingivitis gummed, scummy teethed people who have rubbed their hands and tongues all over the silverware you're about to use. No one goes and licks the bathroom counter at a restaurant, even though that's probably sterilized daily too, yet we use grubby, used silverware every single day. Gross.