Passing Mustard

Hubs:  I'm buying a new bottle of mustard.
Me:  Okay.
Hubs:  The one we have now is the same one we had when we fed the movers.  Their hands were all over it.
Me:  They seemed like decent guys.
Hubs:  Yes, but their hands were dirty from handling stuff.
Me:  From handling our stuff.
Hubs:  Yeah.
Me:  With our dirt on it.
Hubs:  Yeah.
Me:  So you have the same dirt on your hands every day and you can touch the mustard?
Hubs:  Yes.  Also, I want to replace the couch.