Many moons ago I worked in the food industry (upscale restaurant) and my boss was a stickler for cleanliness. Those habits have followed me all these years, and I’m pretty fanatical about clean hands, work surfaces etc at home. And we never even dreamt about messing with someone’s food.
Well, the owners son was a big cokehead and a bullying ass. He liked to intimidate the employees. He got a DUI so he had to ride his bike to the restaurant, and when we saw him pull up (ride up?) everyone scattered, especially the females, who he sexually harassed with impunity.
One day, a waitress ran up to me and said, panicking, "I got Freddy's table, he wants a perfectly butterflied tuna filet, STAT!" I assured her I would take care of him. And I did; oh how I did.
Men will acknowledge that just in front of a urinal is a place on the floor that collects drips of random urine. No matter how careful a man is, this area is bound to get a little "splashy".
Suffice to say that is the area that I dragged Freddy's tuna filet before I gave it to the cook.
That day, the owner's assclown son ingested the urine of many people, and justice was served.