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Just went down to KFC for my lunchy goodness... I walk in the door, and there's a line-up like you wouldn't believe!!! and it was only 11:30... I soon found out why.
They have a new hire who's on training. She seems like a nice girl, but VERY easily confused. (It took her nearly ten minutes just to take my order, and no, I'm NOT exaggerating.)
She'd been scratching at her nose while taking my order and playing with her hairnet, but I didn't say anything. There were no wings prepared, so she had to go back and make some (those boneless ones... I love those!). She had no idea where they were kept, or how to do it, and wouldn't ask for help, so that took another 25 minutes. Then she comes back out, puts my fries into one of the little kiddie bags (wrong size) and starts ladling the gravy. Spilled gravy all over the place, and it was running down the outside of the container, so what does she do? Mops it up with her finger, and LICKS IT OFF!!!!!
That was the last straw for me. I knew she hadn't been washing her hands, because she'd been in my line of sight the whole time. I went over to the manager who was manning the other cash, and told her the girl had just licked the gravy off her fingers while preparing my food and that I really wasn't comfortable with that. I was discreet, I don't think anyone else, the girl included, heard me, and I didn't really feel I was being all that sucky.
The manager lady prepared me all new food (I felt bad about that... but goddamn, I didn't think I could stomach eating the food finger-licker had made me... I know it's their slogan, but GROSS.)
So forty-five minutes later, when I left EARLY to avoid the crowd, I had my lunch in hand. Problem is, I'm not so hungry anymore
They have a new hire who's on training. She seems like a nice girl, but VERY easily confused. (It took her nearly ten minutes just to take my order, and no, I'm NOT exaggerating.)
She'd been scratching at her nose while taking my order and playing with her hairnet, but I didn't say anything. There were no wings prepared, so she had to go back and make some (those boneless ones... I love those!). She had no idea where they were kept, or how to do it, and wouldn't ask for help, so that took another 25 minutes. Then she comes back out, puts my fries into one of the little kiddie bags (wrong size) and starts ladling the gravy. Spilled gravy all over the place, and it was running down the outside of the container, so what does she do? Mops it up with her finger, and LICKS IT OFF!!!!!
That was the last straw for me. I knew she hadn't been washing her hands, because she'd been in my line of sight the whole time. I went over to the manager who was manning the other cash, and told her the girl had just licked the gravy off her fingers while preparing my food and that I really wasn't comfortable with that. I was discreet, I don't think anyone else, the girl included, heard me, and I didn't really feel I was being all that sucky.
The manager lady prepared me all new food (I felt bad about that... but goddamn, I didn't think I could stomach eating the food finger-licker had made me... I know it's their slogan, but GROSS.)
So forty-five minutes later, when I left EARLY to avoid the crowd, I had my lunch in hand. Problem is, I'm not so hungry anymore
I'd almost be willing to bet it was a batch that somehow got mismade, missing the spices, because it really sounds almost exactly like that now. As for sticking to Ontario, probably safest. Even the KFCs here aren't that stellar unless you stick to simply getting chicken (the regular stuff, too). 
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