This morning while I was pumping my gas I recalled a time when I wore blue latex gloves to pump my gas. It all started when I read this online after I looked it up of course: According to Kimberly-Clark Corp. after a team of hygienists swabbed hundreds of surfaces around selected US cities the worst bacteria and viruses can be found on gas pumps, handles on public mailboxes, escalator rails and ATM buttons. On the filthiest list were parking meters and kiosks, crosswalk buttons and buttons on vending machines in shopping malls.
It was at this point that because of my aversion to using the gas pumps with my bare hands it caused me to use blue latex gloves to pump my gas. Each time we pulled up to the gas pump on went the gloves if Kathy was with me down went her head in her hand then followed {THE LOOK} that she gives me.
The blue glove thing went on for a while then I decided it just wasn't worth it. It wasn't long after that decision when I heard a news reporter saying how horribly germ infested gas pumps are. So now I have some purell in my car that I use on my hands once I get through with the gas pumping. This germ thing is so real for me. Kathy always says to me I am so glad that I don't live in your head. Sometimes I wish that I didn't live in my head either. Or well...such is life..
I still have the gas pump germ thing but I also have the purell liquid stuff for my hands...
Such are my thoughts and feelings from Jillsville.
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