I worked at a Johnny Rockets franchise in Miami, the one in the grove actually. The prep people would juggle the meat and sometimes it would fall or get stuck up on the ceiling. Then it would become a customer’s burger. I was thoroughly disgusted. Till this day I can’t eat at a Johnny Rockets.

Oh and that was like the least of what they would do. The requisite spitting, etc. also would occur. My fave though was this crack addict that would come around and she had a little routine. She would take rubbing alcohol and set her hand on fire. She would also lift up her dress for a $1 and had nothing on. For the *best* customers, ahem sarcasm, I would give her a buck and she would go flash them. LOL. Nasty, OLD, dirty crack addict. Build your own visual. =)