This morning I had an urge for chicken fried steak and eggs so (against my
better judgment) I drove over to a Denny's in town, placed my order with a
cup of coffee and went to the men's room to wash my hands and found that
the hand soap dispenser was empty. Not just empty but there wasn't even a
plastic bottle of empty soap inside it.

Back at my seat a waitress from behind the counter across the room asked if
I'd like a coffee refill. I said no thank you but there's no hand soap in
the men's room. She then blurts to another employee "that guy says there's
no hand soap in the men's room."

I let that pass but a minute later the other employee stands next to my
table and as if it was my fault, says "there's soap there now!"

Rather than challenge the jerk, I just got up and walked out.

I can imagine the cooks filthy hands. Where's the dept. of health when you
need 'em?

Denny's is, once again, proof positive why dining out is such a disgusting
practice.

YMMV.

Andy