But at that point I’ve already wandered the whole store and have touched any number of things that could have been manhandled by all the other finger-licking, unmasked hand-sneezing, butt-scratching, non-hand-washing straw men in the grocery store. One of those dudes is a septic tank cleaner, and he doesn’t wear gloves because he says he’s allergic! And soap burns when it gets into all the oozing sores on his hands.
There’s no way I’m licking my fingers until I’ve washed them or at least forgotten about my pus-leaking, poop-handed caricature!
Do you really think that way or are you just making a joke? Seems we humans went from making fun of Semmelweis to absolute germaphobes. Does no one get biology education anymore? Or is it more a failure to examine risk realistically? Freaks me out how fearful people are now days.
Always washed my hands regularly. Even as a toddler, I remember getting sticky ice cream on my hands and hating it. But I’m not manic about it, don’t give a shit worrying about bacteria/viruses/fungi/prions/whatever. (Unless I’ve been into something obviously rotten. Ask me about the fungus I found at camp today. Not touching that with a 10’ frog.)
Only time I really think about what I’m doing is after shooting or gunsmithing. Lots of nasty shit, above and beyond lead, you don’t want to ingest. Because heavy metals are for life. Bacteria? I’ll quote the retards from the pandemic, “i HaVe aN IMMunE sYsteM!”
LOVE your writing BTW! I should trawl your comments. (NM, just did. You’re smart and express yourself perfectly. We should be friends. Your damned skin cancer post got me thinking about the tiny spot under my pec. Not sure it’s healing, but at least it’s smaller and not blackish any longer.)
I am, in the parlance of our time, a silly goose. Sometimes I just like to take the opportunity to throw words together in novel ways.
It is true that the finger lick thing is not my preferred approach, but my actual reasoning is boring - I don’t like physical sensation of licking my fingers.
But at that point I’ve already wandered the whole store and have touched any number of things that could have been manhandled by all the other finger-licking, unmasked hand-sneezing, butt-scratching, non-hand-washing straw men in the grocery store. One of those dudes is a septic tank cleaner, and he doesn’t wear gloves because he says he’s allergic! And soap burns when it gets into all the oozing sores on his hands.
There’s no way I’m licking my fingers until I’ve washed them or at least forgotten about my pus-leaking, poop-handed caricature!
Do you really think that way or are you just making a joke? Seems we humans went from making fun of Semmelweis to absolute germaphobes. Does no one get biology education anymore? Or is it more a failure to examine risk realistically? Freaks me out how fearful people are now days.
Always washed my hands regularly. Even as a toddler, I remember getting sticky ice cream on my hands and hating it. But I’m not manic about it, don’t give a shit worrying about bacteria/viruses/fungi/prions/whatever. (Unless I’ve been into something obviously rotten. Ask me about the fungus I found at camp today. Not touching that with a 10’ frog.)
Only time I really think about what I’m doing is after shooting or gunsmithing. Lots of nasty shit, above and beyond lead, you don’t want to ingest. Because heavy metals are for life. Bacteria? I’ll quote the retards from the pandemic, “i HaVe aN IMMunE sYsteM!”
LOVE your writing BTW! I should trawl your comments. (NM, just did. You’re smart and express yourself perfectly. We should be friends. Your damned skin cancer post got me thinking about the tiny spot under my pec. Not sure it’s healing, but at least it’s smaller and not blackish any longer.)
I am, in the parlance of our time, a silly goose. Sometimes I just like to take the opportunity to throw words together in novel ways.
It is true that the finger lick thing is not my preferred approach, but my actual reasoning is boring - I don’t like physical sensation of licking my fingers.