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Originally Posted by gacook
When I'm working on a car, if my wife happens to be in a good mood and brings me a sandwich, I eat it...along with the grease/gunk that transfers from my dirty hands to the bread.
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I don't mind grease and dirt. I don't like the other guy's grease, dirt, pee, and whatever else he may have on his hands. I don't like air driers. Those Dyson air razors or whatever they call them are cool, but I prefer paper.
This reminds me of an Ohio/Kentucky joke (or chose you own ridiculed minority).
A Kentuckian finishes at the urinal and starts to walk out the door. An Ohioan at the sink says, "Sir, in Ohio they teach us to wash after we use the facilities."
The Kentuckian says, "Well, in Kaintuck the teach us not to piss on our hands."