“Not trying to be nosy, Wilton, but why the latex gloves?” Wilton, armed with a rational explanation, chuckles. “Well, Mr. Simms, I contracted a rash working in the flower garden, and my hands are slathered in oint—” “You’re good to go now. Remember to follow that sequence to run the inventory software without crashing.” “Absolutely. … Continue reading Scales by David Henson