Well, not really mine. The division I work at just won their 9th Oscar, and to celebrate they sent it around to the division offices so everybody could get their picture taken with it. In spite of the fact that I had nothing to do with it, I sat down at the table. Of course, I wasn’t allowed to actually touch it or anything – the photographer and her assistants handled it with rubber gloves on so it wouldn’t need re-polishing.
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I would have been tempted to tiptoe, tip my head down with mouth agape, and act like I’m about to bite Oscar’s head off.
You forgot to thank the little people!
Rubber gloves? They could learn something from the guys who carry the Stanley Cup around. (No, not the players! The “keepers of the Cup”, from the Hall of Fame.) White gloves all the way, baby!
Neat!