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- the type of food;
- the type of floor;
- the length of time the food has been on the floor.
if it's got sauce
I don't think I'd try to eat soup after it had been on the floor for any length of time
I normally scrub then mop my floors, then wipe down with antibacterial wipes (and then, if floor is going ot be required for dancing or sliding, buff down) on a Thursday you see (although I am doing my chores tonogiht instead this week as today is my Thursday and routines must be followed, that's the rules.)
Also depends on what I've been doing on the floor in the intervening period between washing (dancing/ sliding etc).
I don't believe in the x second rule- it's not how long it's been on something it's what it has touched.
In short, I eat off the floor.
like my 6-year-old self at a disco
- in your own (clean) house,
- has just been dropped.
my boyfriend drops sweets under the bed. gets on my nerves a bit but as soon as he realises what he's done he eats it. there is usually a few days between the initial drop and eating of sweet.
if every there are any sweets on the floor he says 'I'LL EAT IT' and i have to pass him it.
a sec at a friends bbq. Doesn't seem so gross on grass.
you've got the option of sticking it back on the grill for a minute to kill the germs...
but I didn't think that was necessary
doesn't make it any more appealing
but the others are all ok
Well I'll probably eat it unless:
- it's been on the floor for ages
- there's loads of people about
- the floor is visibly dirty
and drunk and spent every single last penny I had on getting pissed I would anything I could. I ate some chips i found at a bus stop. 3am in croydon. My mate was worse though. He once ate the scrag ends of a buger and chips, also at a bus stop. We'd go into Chicken Cottage and eat every ones left overs. We were a fantastic pair of scavengers. hahahaha.
the couple next to us had a row and left a load of barely eaten food they'd just ordered. We ate it.
A couple had a blazing rowas they were ordering drinks and the woman stormed out and so did the guy. After about 1.3 seconds I swiped the drinks and stood happily drinking them. The guy came in still fuming, saw me with them, and punched me straight in the face. Ironically the pub was called 'The good old days'
We did think about that, but I'd have just said, oh sorry, thought you'd left it. It would have been terribly embarrassing but it was worst case scenario.
(he didn't really punch you in the face did he?)
what the fuck
One of the games of the guys in Willoughby 'played' was to glue a chocolate bar to the floor and watch to see if anyone tried to pick it up. They took the piss out of me in Oceana for carefully opening the wrapper and walking off eating it. Don't remember what it was. Maybe a boost. Fuck 'em.
off a bush and eating it. I would suggest something which has lived and grown outside with only rainwater washing it is dirtier than a kitchen floor. You'll be alright.