Because if your nose is running like a faucet, why not run some errands? Besides, we're running out of Kleenex. Oz is sick too. If we were responsible we'd stay home and quarantine ourselves, but instead we go shopping and to restaurants where we eat food so spicy that even our muffled taste buds can sense it. Hey, this virus is going around anyway, it doesn't matter who's spreading it.
I feel like we should be spritzing everything we touch with sanitizer. Now that I think about it—I touched all those mugs on the rack at the coffee shop! They were hand-painted with piggies. I'm sure lots of other people will pick them up to admire the piggies and, like me, not buy the mugs because, although cute, they are not big enough for the hardcore caffeine addict, pig-lover though she be. Then they will touch their mucous membranes and the Upper Respiratory Infection shall spread. Geometrically.
157 words | March 5, 2005 10:57 PM | Real true story