Man Menaced by Latex Glove
So I am minding my own business, trying to run some errands during my
lunch hour last week, when another reminder that I am 40 was shoved in
Outside of the Blaine Super Target, I am thinking about toothpaste and
60 watt light bulbs when all of a sudden a gust of wind swirls. As
though animated by an invisible hand, this purple exam glove rises up
and flutters toward me. I stop like a dog cornered by an upright vacuum
cleaner, unable to move, unsure if it was going to perform an
unauthorized routine medical procedure on me or retreat.
The wind died down and I made a break for the store. I didn't look back
until I was safely behind the automatic doors. It did not follow me in.
Honestly - I had just begun to get comfortable with turning forty and
now Dr. Pokeyfinger's henchman tries to assault me in the parking lot.
It is almost enough to make a guy take care of his own medical
procedures. (See Related Story)