the word of the day is bibulous. what a great word. i must use it in a sentence. today at five i will make my way to my bibulous work place, where hopefully i shall not be forced to clean up any bodily fluids with a bibulous device, such as a sponge or towel.
and i have had to clean up bodily fluids before. i don't recommend it. thankfully i keep gloves at work for lime cutting (yes, i am a delicate little flower) so i've been able to wear a protective barrier between myself and said bodily fluid while cleaning, but still. i worked with this guy at whole foods who used to scoop out the drain at the end of the night with his latex glove-covered hand, and one time i asked him how he could bear to touch the drain-filth, even while wearing a glove. he explained, drain-filth in hand, that he sort of enjoyed it, that it was sort of cool that he could feel it on his fingers, but not actually dirty his hands. he rolled the drain filth around in his fingers while he said this. i think it had something to do with the same urge that motivates kids to play with dog shit. at the time i was able to relate, to some extent, to the guy. you know, savoring the opportunity to play with hair and crumbs and bakery slime without having to frantically scrub your hands afterwords. i can assure you, however, that this same pleasure DOES NOT apply while cleaning up the vomit of a drunk off of a crowded dance floor. [shudder]
lunch, anyone?
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