GAG ME WITH YOUR DIRTY WATER!

I just got back from the mall with my youngest teenage daughter.  I told her to meet me at the exit at the front of the mall.  I had time to kill so I went into a Williams-Sonoma store looking for something free to drink.  I've never been in this store because I don't care about cooking or anything else related to it, but I spotted a coffee machine.  I asked the sales clerk if they had samples of coffee to drink and she preceded to tell me all about the New Starbucks Coffee Maker?....Coffee Expresso Maker?.....Whatever it was I didn't care because I don't like Starbucks Coffee, it taste OLD to me.  So the sales clerk is demonstrating how to make my latte'.  When she turned on the spout to clear out the thing a ma gig, I wanted to punk.  It was like looking at dirty water splash into a trough that hadn't been clean in years.   I had a Flashback of when I took my daughters to the Waterpark and I saw a dirty floating band-aid, I left at that point and never went back.  It's like a Vietnam Fash Back, that dirty floating band-aid Haunts Me.  After the sales clerk cleared the spout she puts a small pack of milk in the machine so it would froth?....Is that the right word?....Froth?....After the milk was froth???... She added a small container of coffee.  It was all coming out of the machine that had a dirty trough.  I was beyond grossed out.  She hands me my latte' and shows me wear the Commune Sugar and the Commune Creamer was located.  Again, I was grossed out of the thought of the public all using the Commune Sugar and the Commune Creamer.  They had plastic spoons for the public but the used spoons had to go into the Commune Trash.   Dirty Spoons touching other Dirty Spoons....GROSS GROSS GROSS   Flashback.... I hate Picadilly.   The food taste like melamim trays and the forks, spoons, and knives taste & smell like dirty bleachy water.   If I knew what really goes on in the kitchen of restaurants, I'd probably never eat out again in this lifetime.  One last thing I noticed.....The Mall Massage Chair...... OMG.... GROSS GROSS GROSS....There's something to be said about the smell of a spa, relaxing music and PRIVATE I might add, it all adds up to a Soothing Experience that a Mall Massage Chair CAN'T...  Am I the only person that has these thoughts?  I just read this blog to my family.  I guess I AM the only person that thinks this way.....GAG ME WITH YOUR DIRTY WATER AND KEEP YOUR MALL MASSAGE CHAIR TO YOURSELF!