Just left my last house wash of the season. Wrapped up the job, stepped inside to get paid, went to use the restroom and one of my nitrile gloves got stuck in my zipper.
Snatched the thumb of the glove clean off and apparently turned it into steel as I tried to rip the rest out. So I’m standing there in the customers bathroom with a glove finger, half inflated thanks to trapped air, hanging out of my zipper.
Tucked it inside the zipper… still there… underwear has always been a fear of mine, but I wish I’d worn some today.
And you guys wonder why I’m afraid of taking hoses on a flat roof…,.