I'm just glad no one is trying to hold me hand

Okay, so one day while working I was doing a trash run. If you don't work in the custodial department at Disney let me explain what it is, baisically you go and empty the trash cans, and the important part here is that you are supposed to wear these latex gloves. Okay, so this garbage run took a little more than an hour, and when I was done I took off my gloves to find my hands soaked. I was a little disgusted since many of the bags were leaking and so I figured that some how the liquid had leaked through the latex gloves. I washed my hands and moved on. The next day I was doing a trash run, again wearing latex gloves. At the end of the run I took off my gloves to again revel soaked hands, enough to make my hands all wrinkled, like I had been in a pool for an hour. Not only that but when I took them off the liquid kind of sprayed around and my hands were actually dripping with this liquid. I of course assumed that the gloves had some how leaked again....except none of the bags I pulled were leaking. In fact the out side of all of the bags were bone dry. It was then that it dawned on me that the liquid was not coming from the outside by the inside.
So, apparently my hands produce so much sweat during a single hour as to wrinkle my hands and still soak my hands so much so that I shake them and watch the sweat fly.

I guess I don't have a girl friend trying to hold my hand....