Less sensible were the 'goings on' and machinations of last Friday. Was there a medical mishap (so oft the muse of these posts?), an amusing but avoidable altercation with a fellow human being? No, This drama was solely the result of my striving for hygienic perfection.
On my way home last week, I stopped at lights, and whilst counting down the seemingly interminable minutes, I decided to clean and refresh my hands. Having reached and secured the hand gel from my cup holder, I deftly flipped open the lid and squeezed. It was if a medicimally minded aseptic llama had suddenly sneezed on my hands.
The resultant wave of liquefied gel engulfed my hands like a hygienic tsunami. Aghast, I looked down at my hands, then the steering wheel, and back again. How to drive without making the wheel wet and slippery? Time for action, as the lights started to turn to green....I quickly tried to wipe the gel from my hands, leaving a trail of gel like an anti bacterial Gastropod. I gripped the edge of the wheel using my palms, blowing rapidly on the drying digits. A quick hand waggle on the way to the gear stick, and I was dry, safe to resume my journey in accordance with the road code.
I must remember to move the hand gel from the car so it doesn't heat up and liquefy. That would be rather sensible. Wot?
