Mark and I ate at a pizza joint after Saturday's Flakesgiving event and the guy cooking in the kitchen right by the front door had a tank top on.  It was really gross, all the food being cooked and sent out of there had a potential armpit hair on it.  Now either there was not a manager on duty or he was the manager, that’s still no excuse.  I'm not sure I will be able to go back again for some time.  The thought of his pit - druff on my food will be hard to forget...