Dear guy ahead of me on the escalator at Sears on Friday morning:
Thanks so much for that gigantic sneeze that you unloaded right before you stepped off the escalator, leaving me no choice but to walk into the mushroom cloud of contamination you left behind, seeing as I was right behind you, and you were too busy texting to bother to, you know, cover your mouth or anything.
What started out as a sore throat on Saturday has now grown into a full-blown, nasty-ass cold, all thanks to you, Mister "I'm too involved leaving important text messages to bother about the well-being of those around me".
Hey, at least I'll be feeling better in a few days. I hope your next girlfriend gifts you with an STD, you bastard. Karma's a bitch.
Oh, and texting on the escalator at Sears, for God's sake, does not make you cool. It makes you a dork.
Yours truly,
RockyCat
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Oh, I had that cold. It was bad. If you like hot totties, they actually help that strain of cold...a double shot of whatever's on hand (I like mine with a whiskey), honey, lemon, cinnamon, and boiling water.
It gets rid of the chills at least and also seems to loosen up the sore throat and clogged head.
Ugh. Let's see...I'm pretty sure that's one of the three or so illnesses I caught in November. Neti pot, mint tea, and a lot of crime-drama-watching on TV made me feel better :) Oh, and I think the person who gave it to Rich and me was the instructor from our swing dancing class. Awesome.
That is totally DISGUSTING! I hate that kind of stuff.
Makes me feel physically sick.
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