Possibly the only job worse than being personal assistant to a certain local sports team heiress (so my sources tell me): scribble, scribble, scribble quotes from Charles C. Mann’s 1491: New Revelations of the Americas Before Columbus:
Minions collected and stored every object [Thupa Inka, an Inca chief] touched, food waste included, to ensure that no lesser persons could profane these objects with their touch. The ground was too dirty to receive the Inka’s saliva so he always spat into the hand of a courtier. The courier wiped the spittle with a special cloth and stored it for safekeeping.
Much worse than the time I ASM’d Forum and a cast member gave me her half-consumed cough drop to hold before she went onstage.