Back when I was in my twenties I spent six months installing machinery in a factory that was 95% women.God it was dangerous in there, I loved it!
Now im mid forties id be safe
Ditto. Early 1970's. Gag gifts at Christmas, always taken in the spirit of healthy human FUN!!
- A bra for "the girl with that little something extra" to a
seriously busty technician on my staff. It had Double-G cups, of course. THREE of them, not two.
- A hand-knitted woolen "prick warmer" that did not neglect the C. O. Jones. To me, FROM a cute staffer. Matter-of-fact warranty - stated in front of God and the whole department was that she'd be pleased to adjust it after personalized size-checking. She wasn't kidding about THAT part, either. She had a proud reputation for having made
many such size-checks with a legendarily redundant-sampling "coordinate measurement system" of her own.
Television was lousy in Appalachia. Folks had to find their own entertainment.
I chose to give the opportunity a miss and keep carrying a flashlight in my trouser pocket so as to let it remain a mystery that it was several sizes too large!
