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I had to buy 100 of these for the office today

They are finger cots, colloquially known as fingerdoms. Basically, rubber glove fingers. Somebody from the British Museum recommended we use them to handle medals because cotton gloves pick up junk and leave bits, and whole hand rubber gloves get sweaty.

I go to Amazon for this. My boss is watching over my shoulder. My boss is very old and very reserved. Sure enough, at the bottom of the page, Amazon cheerfully informs me “people who bought those also bought…” the biggest, purplest sex toy you ever saw.

I’ve never closed a page so fast in my life.

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Comment from p2
Time: June 24, 2019, 9:49 pm

I’d think Boots would have ’em on the shelf….

 


Comment from thefritz
Time: June 24, 2019, 10:42 pm

Latex or nitrile? I’m partial to the more sensitive nitrile…

 


Comment from Bob
Time: June 24, 2019, 11:54 pm

I don’t know why, but this reminded me of an ancient cartoon about a sex shop that advertised it’s wares were discreetly delivered in plain brown wrappers. The next panel shows a man handing a brown box to a woman at her door. She is aghast at the truck which has a giant phallus lengthwise on the roof and the day-glo paint with the name of the shop.

 


Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: June 25, 2019, 2:08 am

Did you use your own Amazon account or the office account?

Because… Amazon is going be be suggesting similar products to you for quite some time 😉

 


Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: June 25, 2019, 12:38 pm

If your boss is old, he’s probably seen this sort of thing before. I suppose he might be a little startled to see it on a woman’s computer.

When I took over a recycled out-of-date computer from a late faculty member, I was startled to find some primitive porn on it. Just two or three no-sound short video clips, but the fact they were there at all was a surprise.

 


Comment from Deborah HH
Time: June 25, 2019, 1:22 pm

One of my first jobs was working for a pharmacist. In those Dark Ages, condoms were kept behind the counter, and pre-wrapped in white bags with the price marked on them. The customer had the ask for them, and I was fine with the process. But a very handsome man approached the counter one day (think Tom Selleck handsome—I may have swooned), and asked for a box of lambskins. Except I heard Lamb’s Wool (which we also sold). It skewed sideways after that, and I was in the ditch. It was like a Monty Python skit, in Texan and Cajun accents. When it was over, and my pharmacist boss gave me a Valium and sent me home.

 


Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: June 25, 2019, 8:39 pm

Aren’t those used for keeping the rain out of the muzzle of the rifle you can’t own?

And why aren’t you both out on Glastonbury Tor getting muddy?

Or swimming through flooded underpasses in Scotland?

Or spying on Boris Johnson?

Or taking photos of Uncle B in a bikini on holiday in Dubai?

 


Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: June 26, 2019, 12:52 pm

Deborah,

How was the subsequent date?

 

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