I checked my dolly after putting my set together today. I managed to get grease on the cuff of my glove. Needless to say it was slathered on my forearm before I realized..
Back in my package car days, we had a car washer that you pissed off at your own risk. Once, a driver was bitching because the car washer didn't get his truck on the line because he wrote it up, and it wasn't ready in time. So the car washer had no choice but to park his truck on the end of the line in someone else's spot when the mechanic was done with it. Well, this driver threw a fit the following night, cussing the car washer for giving his truck to someone else. Didn't matter that it wasn't the washer's fault.
Anyway, the car washer was unusually calm during all of this. Unusual, because he was a notorious hot head. He smiled, and told the driver, don't worry, you'll have it back tomorrow. And he did. The car washer told some of us to make sure we check out the driver the next night when we got in.
We all laughed our asses off at this driver the next night, because he was covered in the grease we are all talking about. And I mean covered. Arms, legs, face and even a grease mustache. Covered, because as any feeder driver here will tell you, that grease doesn't wash off; it wears off.
Turns out, the car washer smeared the grease all along his gear shifter, his steering wheel, his door handles and the bulk head door chain. I wasn't familiar with that grease back then, but the car washer later told us that the grease spreads like the plague. A lesson all feeder drivers eventually learn.