A Really Big Size

One time I had a conversation wit my friend, Mollie. She said that if she asked her husband to get an item at the store, like mustard, he always brought home the smallest size. I said my husband brought home the largest size.
Recently he went to get some vaseline. I didn’t know they made one so big–industrial size. I’ve been trying to imagine who would buy it – besides him – and I can see the First Aid station in a factory where people often got scrapes on their arms. What do they make there? Something requiring sharp pebbles and pieces of gypsum.
Why don’t they wear gloves?
They do but it’s the arms that get scraped.
There, I’ve solved that.


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