People Who Have no Class

Last night we went to an open house at our friend's place. The food was catered by the best restaurant in town, which is always a plus. Let me set the scene before I explain the title. Picture it: 90 degrees (something like that), garden party. Food is in the small kitchen off to the side of the garden. Kitchen is thankfully air-conditioned. (Pregnant woman not a fan of the heat.)

I wasn't particularly hungry, but was eyeing the chicken satay and the sushi (not the raw stuff, calm down). As I'm allowing my body temperature to plateau to something normal, these 2 old bags come in and squeal, "Sushi! Ginger! Love it!" and the precede to stick their fingers in the vat of pickled ginger (how about the serving utensil?) and just munch away on it. Maybe I'm overreacting, but the ginger isn't the finger food part. Pick up the satay and the other stuff with your hands...but the ginger? Is it that hard to use the fork? They were followed by a bunch of children (still not sure to whom they belonged) who spilled food everywhere and touched everything on the trays before picking something to eat.

Maybe I've turned germophobe. I think it had more to do with the fact that no one had any table manners. When food is free, all sense of decorum goes out the window and that's just unacceptable. To quote the dear Hyacinth Bucket (that's pronounced "boo-kay", by the way), "Someone must fly the flag of finesse." I waved that flag all the way out the door and back to the car. Yuck.