My wife has become somewhat of a germophobic over the years, I suppose working in home health care can cause you to become a bit more careful, but I get a bit concerned when I ask her to do something simple like dry my back when I step out of the shower, and before she grabs a towel I hear the snap of her rubber gloves going on behind my back.
I don't care what anyone thinks but this is not a sound that makes any man comfortable coming from behind him, with my eyes bugged out I declared that I didn’t sign up for this, and quickly learned to throw my towel on like a Superman cape and twist and turn until I am completely dry, no rubber gloves required.
Masks and rubber gloves are always in her car, purse, pockets, and almost always end up in bottom of the washer or melted together in the dryer, I slipped a couple of these back into her stash only to hear about it later, seems the ones she slipped out of her pocket to snap onto her hand at work came with moisture already on the inside, I imagine she did a little dance and screamed like a banshee.
Airborne germs are a whole other story hence the need for the masks, Cindy’s Dad was telling me about a recent trip to the Grocery store where a group of people were gathered around looking over the salad dressings, Cindy was waiting to make her selection also, when one of the men began coughing and sneezing all over the place.
Cindy grabs the collar of her shirt and stretches it up over her mouth and nose, walks right into the middle of the crowd and declares, “You know that you should either learn to cover your mouth or stay at home”
Cindy’s Dad had already turned and walked the other direction because he knew exactly what his daughter was going to do.
We took a trip back home to South Carolina back in August, and after about a month of talking to Cindy assuring her that there was no need for a Hazmat suit on the airplane, we boarded the plane without rubber gloves or masks, or so I thought.
I walked down the aisle ahead of Cindy, found our seats and sat down, I reached for the fold down tray and heard Cindy yell “Don’t Touch That” I looked up and there she stood with rubber gloves on and Clorox wipes cleaning our whole area, I never even heard the snap.
After our whole area was cleaned she sat down and allowed the remaining passengers to board, Just as the planes engines began revving a lady behind us began coughing, and from the sound she wasn’t covering her mouth, Cindy began pulling her shirt collar up over her mouth and nose and glaring at the lady through the crack between the seats.
I told her, “You better turn around because right now she is coughing in your face, and I bet you had rather her cough on the back of your head” Cindy turned back around and almost pulled her shirt completely over her face, I thought she was going to flash our neighbors there for a minute.
She glared at me and loudly said, “I really should have brought a mask”