Mrs. James Caufield (because magazines didn’t care about married women’s first names) shapes cotton gloves at the Prairie Glove plant in Carlinville, Illinois on what appears to be a giant fork. At this point in 1967, the firm employed 170 townspeople and churned out 10,000 pairs a week. Is it me, or do they look Goliath-sized?
Personally, we’ve stopped our usage of gloves and simply wear masks and use sanitizer as of late–some wonderfully smelling ones from Bath & Body that we procured yesterday in a clean, manly scent, as well as a Sunshiney lemon one. It is a bit disconcerting to watch a waitress wearing the same gloves at an outdoor restaurant, bring your drinks (touching the rims, which was a HUGE server no-no back in my day), then touch your neighbor’s plates, etc, throughout the entire meal. I would have rathered she just washed her hands repeatedly. Such is our new learning curve.
I’m still surprised how hard it is for folks to figure out how to use gloves, that as soon as they are covered in germs, you toss them, instead of climbing into your car and grabbing your wheel and touching your radio and yanking the emergency breaks. Now you’ve just transferred all the nasty germs all over your car. Folks are stupid. Guess we should stick to the OG gloves when this pandemic is over.
I Don't Get It 
Who knew that Mickey Mouse had the right idea to wear gloves way back when?
LikeLiked by 1 person
A rodent, no less!
LikeLike
Mrs. Canfield must have been working the XX-large line.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Indeed.
LikeLike
I always carry sanitizer when I go out to eat. That and a bottle of Crystal Hot Sauce.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Before this crisis, I used to cringe when the gloved ones touched the money, touched your food, touched the other patrons’ money and food, onward until the end of their shift. And now, you spot it all, Kerbey.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Right? For those of us who ALREADY thought it was nasty to touch dirty coins and then hand you a naked straw, it’s so much worse now. I’ll never forget when you could still play slots with real quarters, and at the end of the night, my fingers were BLACK, like coalminer black.
LikeLike
Hard to fight a life of grime, Kerbey. Ugh.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I went to a work meeting yesterday that required paperwork completion. Of course I brought my own pen. One of the moderators who was circulating to check for completion grabbed MY pen to sign her name then asked if it was ok mid signature. A little late for that! So much for that precaution. Strange days for sure!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ew on her!!
LikeLiked by 1 person