While on the phone, she had a pair of food preparation gloves on her hands. She then reached for the flour tortilla which would contain my food. With the same pair of gloves on, mind you.
Me (very politely): "Excuse me. Would you mind changing your gloves before you make my food?"
Her: Gives me a dirty look, but changes her gloves.
Small thing, I know, but who knows whose grubby paws had been all over that phone and what their hygiene habits were. I work in healthcare and have taken Microbiology, so I know exactly what could have been crawling on that phone. And frankly, it made me nauseated.
At least I had a clean burrito.