Disclaimer: I give you full permission to shake your head at me after reading this post. Heck, I'm even shaking my head at me. But I must fess up and share: I absolutely, positively, detest going to the drug store during cold and flu season -- so much so, in fact, that I pull a Bill Murray a la "What About Bob" (you know, when he opens all the door handles with a paper towel?).
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
But today -- cringe -- I had to go. And when I arrived, the place sounded like a symphony of sickness:
Cough, cough. Sniffle, sniffle. SNEEZE.
I hurried. I held my breath. I Pureled. And then when I got to the checkout line, and turned my head for a second, the cashier was (gulp) holding my son's hand.
Noooooooooooo! Don't touch the baby with those germy hands that have probably just rung up the purchases of 321 people carrying the flu!
This is what I was thinking. Of course, I didn't say it. Instead, I smiled and paid, then booked it to the restroom to wash Carson's hands before he could start sucking his thumb.
I told you you'd be shaking your head.
But please tell me you can relate. Maybe just a teeny bit?