Double-Dipping

What's the story on double-dipping?!

One arrogant customer insisted he had the right to double dip since the first dip didn't get him enough oil on his bread.  As far as he was concerned, the problem with Vancouverites is that they are too frail.  He had eaten off the streets in India, so what's a few germs!  He didn't care that there were store rules, food safety or that it was common sense to be concerned for others.

A lady that was standing there during this assault on me said later she wanted to smack him on the side of the head, and couldn't believe what I had to deal with.  An employee wanted to call the manager.  I later found out he was a regular customer.

Then there was an old lady with her husband that took a bite from the bread and then dipped it into the oil while I was speaking to her husband.  I informed her about food safety and that double-dipping was not permitted.  She said, "But I pulled out."  Are you fricken kidding me?!  Now what the hell does that mean?!  Is that like when people don't use protection during sex, and the guy exclaiming once the positive pregnancy test returns..."But I pulled out!"  

On another day, a new staff member, who was from Ireland, also double-dipped.  He didn't understand what was wrong with it, and didn't mind even if an unwashed street person double-dipped before him.  It was just a crazy concept to him.

The main culprits I find are the seniors.  They just stand there and think they are in my kitchen and get carried away by how good it is and try for more.  One guy suggested I put a sign to say "No Double-Dipping".  Do you think they will fricken read the sign?!  And how many will be offended by the sign.  I can't wait!  I guess if common sense doesn't prevail, I must instruct people, police them, draw pictures, and babysit.  They can't even read the signs for the different flavours or are able to figure out which flavour is which when the package in big bold letters are staring them in the face and the samples are immediately in front of each package in an organized row.  How do people text and drive when they can barely think and walk?!  Or read, chew, and think?!  I expect too much!