The Itch Face

In training, they tell you that you're not supposed to touch your face during a beverage service for sanitary reasons. Well, I'm telling you that when you face knows you can't scratch it for at least 15 minutes, all it does is itch. One of the great ironies of life, up there with the fact that you sink when you're alive but float when you're dead.
I combat this phenomenon but ducking being the cart just before the service and furiously sanding my face for 30 seconds in an effort to use the commutative property* against any future itches. Doesn't work. Just makes me look like a rabbit.

*This must have been from the day I stayed awake in Algebra.