The jet driers at work are wreaking havoc on my hands. Working on greasy vehicles, washing my hands every time I come back into the office, and drying them under a Mach 2 air stream has left them a tad dry and chapped. Fortunately, the company provides a hand conditioner dispenser near the bathroom exit. I'm not prone to having any issues with this dispenser and have successfully used it on a number of occasions. Until yesterday. When I pressed the dispenser to get some soothing moisturizer into my waiting hand, I must have pressed it with a little more verve than usual. The cream ricocheted off of my hand and splattered in my face. Right around the corner of my mouth. And slowly dribbled down to my chin.
I was horrified to find myself acting out the final minutes of a porn scene. Of course there were no paper towels around to clean myself up. My only choice was to rub the cream into my face. Yah, it was one of those days.