Yesterday I was at a red light and, as usual, I started looking at people in the cars around me. You never know, I might see something interesting, like a
On this day, I watched the woman next to me pull on a pair of blue rubber gloves. The light changed, and she drove away, so I was unable to ask her (which I totally planned on doing) why on earth she would need to drive with rubber gloves. The dishwashing kind, not the rectal exam kind.
I came up with the following scenarios to explain this bizarritude:
- She has some sort of allergy to pleather.
- She was on her way to a dishwashing party, and running late.
- She was hosting a one-woman dishwashing party, in her car. The roaster pan was soaking next to her on the passenger seat.
- She knew I was hard up for bloggy material, and wanted to help.
Whatever the reason, Ms. Rubber Gloves made my day. Thanks, crazy lady!