CiCi’s Pizza or any place that has those red clear plastic dining room cups.
The insides of them smell like sour gym socks.
I always make them give me a new ‘to-go’ styrofoam cup for my drink.
One time they had a black gal in there wiping them off with a rag first.
Just foucking swell, a fresh innoculation of sour-ass-juice on every tray. I told em I didnt want mine wiped down. I told em it stank. They shrugged it off and kept wiping.
Serves all the ice cream brain addled oldies and nicotiners that burned out their own olfactory lobes.
