Nasty Lunch Pen

Just about everyday, for lunch during work, I go to the same little deli around the corner on 32^nd St. I order the same turkey sandwich on whole wheat with honey mustard, side off pickles, and side of mixed veggies. Ok, fine. So here’s the part that makes me cringe- Because I’m a lazy bastard I usually never have cash on me and I have to pay with my debit card. So everyday the counter lady rings up my order, swipes my card…..and then…..here it comes….pulls a pen out of her nasty hair bun for me to sign the receipt with. What the hell! Ew, gross, yuck.  I try my hardest to only touch the very bottom of the pen, near the tip. I am so grossed out that the pen I must sign the receipt with comes from this lady’s nasty, greasy, nasty nasty, hair bun. I mean come on! This is a food establishment! Where’s the hair nets people! I should report this. Or maybe I should just bring cash.