As a young scout I did the Klondike camp in the Cedar City area.

After setting up camp we went to the big mess hall tent for a meal. As we were in line I saw that the man serving the soup was unaware that his nose was freely dripping into the pot.

After pointing it out to my dad we quickly got out of line and drove down the mountain for McDonalds. I think we did the same for every meal that weekend.