There I was, seven years old, sitting in Dr. Job’s examination room, after a visit following up on some minor hand “surgery.” The lecture Dr. Job was delivering (at my mom’s behest, I had little doubt) was on not chewing my fingernails (which I only did to trim them, instead of using the implements my mom wanted me to use). Dr. Job, a family friend and our personal care physician, lectured me at length on harmful bacteria that could be lodged under my fingernails, making a point of the grime that was under them at the time and very authoritatively (I had GREAT appreciation for his authority) stressing what a fine habitat for bacteria that grime was.
I listened very attentively and heeded his words. Thereafter, before “trimming” my nails with my teeth, I scrubbed under them very, very well.
*heh* I don’t think that was the lesson my mom wanted me to learn. . .
But it WAS the lesson Dr. Job was teaching. 🙂
*heh* A-yup.