Generally speaking, I'm one of the easiest people to get along with you'll ever meet. I do, however, have a sense of humour, and that means that just sometimes, I can be a pain in the posterior. This was one of those moments.
I sometimes work in the kitchen at my place of employment. Favourite post is working on the grill. Most of the other work stations are less than perfect for my tall, skinny frame. I can work them, but my lower back will start protesting.
Grill gloves are plastic disposable hand gear with some heat resistance for handling raw meat. After handling the raw meat, they're peeled off and thrown away. This is to avoid contamination of the finished product. If you take them off just right, you can trap a significant amount of air in the glove, especially the fingers, and then pop them. I've gotten rather good at it.
One of my co-workers finds the pop sound annoying, and I find his reaction amusing. I was having fun popping the gloves when I was finished with them. Anyone who's ever gotten into popping bubble wrap can understand my mindset. Hey, it's therapeutic. Don't knock it.
I managed to get three pops out of one glove, three separate fingers, a personal best. This was when my co-worker's requests for me to stop went from polite to more hostile demands.
“Pop! Pop! Pop!”
“Arrgh! Just stop already!”
I gave it a rest for a little while. Didn't want to rile him up too much or too fast. I waited for him to forget about it before doing it again.
“Pop!”
“Hey! What did I say to you? Don't do that anymore!”
“It was just a thumb. Relax.”
“Just stop. Okay!”
I knew I was starting to push his buttons, but I had a great way to finish this, and I had to have one more go.
“Pop!”
He turns, glaring at me, but before he can say another word, I say, “That was the middle finger.”
The rest of us laughed our heads off over that.
Note: I did eventually succeed in popping all five fingers on both gloves before I started working somewhere else. How's that for a completely useless skill?
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