Last time we ate at a Schlotzky's a couple years ago, the counter girl handed my wife a cup for the drink fountain that had a big nasty Soul-Glo afro hair in it. She handed it back to the girl to throw away. She gave my wife a new cup, then she upended the hair cup, dumping the hair in the floor, and put the cup back in the cup stack.
Kinda made that Reuben on rye a little less appealing.
