On my walks I often see used rubber gloves on the side of the road. Not the yellow dish-washing kind, the latex examining kind. They give me the willies. At least they are not just hospital beige anymore now they come in bright blue, green, and purple. I imagine surgeons getting off work and jumping into their black Mercedes convertibles and flinging their gloves off with glee as they speed away.
glove incarnation: when i had surgery awhile back, the visiting nurse left a huge, scary bag of these gloves in my home---a horrible reminder of what had just happened to me.
ReplyDeleteI've transformed this wierd largesse, using the gloves for various messy horsy tasks out on the barn--cleaning the gelding's sheath and the mare's udder, applying fly repellant, cleaning tack with soaps and oils...glad to have these gloves now.