Skin graft unit, military hospital. The director made rounds daily with nurse, students, etc. No gloves. Pulled off dressings, and bare handed would poke the grafts, and say "This one looks green- reschedule", "This one's puffy- it's going to fall off", and etc. Room after room, no gloves, no kidding. Nobody ever said a word to him. The graft failure rate was like 90%? This was before nursing school, and even then, I knew a thing or two about infection control. Denver, CO, BTW.