I expect disposable gloves would have worked, but they weren't provided, and as a naive 17-year old I was way too dumb to ask.
For reference on my stupidity, around the same time I mixed chlorine bleach and hydrogen peroxide to make a stronger cleaning agent and independently discovered that chlorine gas is really nasty stuff! Wow -- only did that once!
It wasn't all bad. Several times I got to fill a 2'x2'x3' bin with strawberries after cutting off the bad bits, and ate several pounds of them each time. For non-Americans, that's around 40 kilos, but as an American I don't know much about the metric system, so that might be a few grams off :)
Not when I was a kid, or at least that my parents were willing to buy. Plus I had to clean all the fucking ashtrays. Those gloves got gross af by day 2.
We had a dishwasher but I wasn’t allowed to use it. Too loud.
