On the plane home from Hawaii, Kevin and I had for a row-mate a hacking, sneezing, writhing mess of a man.
“Don’t worry,” he said to Kevin, just before take off. “I’m not contagious.”
Bull. Shit.
Kevin was sick all last week, and as usually happens, I developed the symptoms a week later. I am now a hacking, sneezing, writhing mess of a woman.
And I can’t stay home from work tomorrow because they are moving me to a new desk on Wednesday and I need to pack.
I think there should be a special section on the plane for sick people and crying babies. Or they should have to pay a fine. Why should those bastards get to torture the innocent with impunity?
Sorry, it’s the cough syrup talking.
Oh, I hear you. After my joyful hell of Holiday travel? Yeah. I’m with ya, girl friend.
Love the sparkly new banner.
U – thanks for the company, my misery needs it today. And glad you like the banner; I totally loved the mannequin. I’m not sure the store salesman liked me taking pictures of it, though. I’m such a daredevil!
I think they should be quarantined with the criers for sure. Paying a fine doesn’t prevent others from getting sick. Although, I have to say – do the crying babies deserve to get sick? Maybe 2 separate quarantines? ….this is getting tricky…
Hey, I didn’t ask to come down with the plague here in India, but at least I have 7 more days before I travel… and I really SHOULD be non-contagious.
It’s a dilemma… I don’t wanna fly, but I really don’t wanna stay here, either.
Get well, you two!
Awwwww! Lumping crying babies in with the hackers. All I can say is, those of us who own those crying babies need a vacation waaaaaay more than you do–so don’t do anything that would discourage that. Otherwise I may have to make you come babysit. Forever.