So here's a story about Jeff, for all those people who weren't at lunch the other day:
When we were growing up, we all had chores (although my parents definitely mellowed as they got older to the point that, let me reiterate, Karen didn't know how to weed when she stayed with me). One of those chores was washing the dishes and there was a pair of us assigned to the task for each week.
(I can't remember if we had an automatic dishwasher at that time, but it doesn't really matter. My mom treated the dishwasher like an autoclave -- used to sterilize perfectly clean dishes.)
On this evening Jeff was washing and I was drying. Jeff was always quick doing everything, but quality often suffered. I kept handing back plates to be rewashed because they were all greasy.
Only when the dishes were almost completely done did I realize that he was using hand lotion instead of dish soap to clean the dishes.
Amazingly enough, Jeff turned out to be pretty normal, even if he is off this weekend shooting guns and drinking beer in the wilderness with his buddies...