There’s a famous line from the movie “Mommie Dearest” where Faue Dunaway (as Joan Crawford) wigs out and spews “NO WIRE HANGERS!!” With as much venom and cra cra style as anyone else in cinematic history.
It was with as much (if not more) venom that Mrs. George stomped into the office yelling “Cardboard! Cardboard! Cardboard!” on a bleak December day! (“What fresh hell is this??” I silently wonder to myself.) the countdown begins… 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and she’s off 🏇. “Penelope! I’ve had ENOUGH of this cardboard! I’m done!! Look at my hands!! They are dry!! This cardboard sucks all of the moisture!! I’ve cut my hands three times today and I swear!! I swear!! This rash is because of all this damn cardboard. I hate it. I hate unpacking the shoes! I hate putting them away. I hate even touching the shoes! Those stupid shoe boxes.. The stupid shoe containers. Look.. I chipped a nail.. I’m telling you Penelope in my next life, or maybe even my next JOB I REFUSE to work around cardboard. I’m not gonna do it!”
So, I said.. “Mrs George, are you saying that you aren’t gonna go work at the box factory then?? Is that correct??”
“Mmmph. Don’t be a smart ass Penelope. ” I said “Mrs george I’m sorry I’m kidding. I don’t necessarily know that your skin issues are from the cardboard boxes. Do you think you are dry from 38 straight days of subzero temperatures?? Temperatures so cold even gloves can’t protect your skin!!?”
I literally saw a lightbulb turn on right over her head as Mrs George repeated softly.. ‘Gloves. That’s it. Gloves. I need gloves” Mrs george turned her back on me.. Walking out of the room, enlightened… Unbeknownst to me.. This was the birth of the (are they OJ’s) glove wearing!! And so it goes..