Man, attending a redneck party does not mesh well with germaphobic me. The hamburgers and hot dogs plate had no tongs whatsoever. Just grab the meat with your bare hands and hope nobody else touched it first. Someone pointed out there wasn't a fork for the pickle jar, and I saw someone walk by with pickles on his hamburger, so, uh….
We had a cake for our graduating niece. Her boyfriend was enthralled by the hard chocolate decorations on top and kept touching them. I had to remind him that he said he had strep the day before, but he kept feeling the chocolate. I volunteered to serve the cake because I knew what areas weren't touched.
I guess I'm just prissy. In that regard, I probably was better off as an ignorant kid.