|Fingercots - because they deserve their own post
||[May. 20th, 2008|04:11 pm]
Thanks to that damn lying cardshark Diego my last post jumped from manila folders right to his prostate...|
Ahem. Not the first time something I've written wound up someone's butt.
But really, fingercots came up and I have a really funny story to share.
For those of you who don't know -- they're like little finger condoms. And they come in a clear box sometimes, looking for all the world like Pixie Trojans.
They're supposed to be used to cover up a bandaid or wound on a finger. Keeps the bandage from getting wet or slipping off. I used them a lot in cooking as well as diving.
It was while I was on a dive trip in Grand Cayman (oh, I know, weep for me. I think I'm still paying it off...) that in a restaurant we were talking about the best way to protect wounds and I was introducing them to the joys of vetwrap and my dive instructor told the funniest story about fingercots, his preferred dive bandaging.
And he was on a dive trip in Asia and he'd cut his fingers on some coral on a dive the week before. So, he pulled out his trusty box of fingercots and before he left the hotel each day for a dive, he'd pull out a few to use on the trip, leaving the box on the nightstand.
He couldn't figure out why everytime he passed one of the chambermaids in the hallway, they'd burst out in giggles. Until one day he passed by, they all giggled, and he remembered that he'd left something in his room. He turned around just in time to see one of the chambermaids waggling her little pinkie and pointing at him.
Now he keeps his fingercots hidden in his luggage.