Yesterday, when I was staining Troy, I remembered that I have disposable gloves in the house. I didn't want a repeat of last week's grotty hand, so I donned the gloves and merrily stained away secure in the knowledge that the stained layer of latex could be removed when the job was finished.
Now, people trust every day that latex is going to save them from having babies or from nasty diseases. I've decided that I don't.
For one thing, you never know that it has failed you until the final outcome is obvious.
Can you tell me which fingers of the gloves had holes in them?
And, boy, do I wish that the answer to that question was
... Approximately None!
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