One of the funniest things that ever happened to me concerned my dry hands!
In the middle seventies I performed at Timberline Lodge (a wonderful ski resort)every Christmas Season. At an altitude of 11,000 feet the air is very dry, so I came up with an idea to smear my hands everynight before bed with "Bag Balm." Then I'd put on a pair of white work gloves and retire.
Each morning when I got up, I would do mirror practice for an hour or so. To set the scene: 1. one of my best buddies ex-wife had been a Playboy Covergirl, and he sent me an autographed copy of some kind of anniversary issue with a fold out cover of all the ladies that had graced the magazine;2. On the night stand nexxt to my bed was (a.) the magazine, (b.) the greasy white gloves, (c.) the biggest tin of Bag Balm you've ever seen.; 3. I'm sitting at the mirror with my back to the bed; 4. The maid walks in to do my room, spots the scene on the night stand and immediately left the room saying something. I tried to explain, but there was a language barrier. For the remainder of the gig, the housekeeping personnel gave me a wide berth.
To this day, some of the folks that used to come up there remind me of the story when they come in my current venue.
Bag balm lives! I still use it to this day. That and EMU Oil. According to the literature is has a cureative property. Those little "nerds" you get around your finger nails go away with regular use. Add to that, Golden Touch and Crack Creme and you have an excellant therapy program for you hands.
I recall Eugene Berger in one of his tomes speaks to the importance of "Hand Maintainence"
got to wash and lube my mitts!