On Monday, I was sitting in a hallway, waiting for a class to get out,* when a man sat directly across from me. He was sweating profusely and breathing heavily, and smelled like he had not showered in days. I will now refer to him as Mr. Bob. I have a great desire to end the post here, just to post one paragraph for once. I will not.
*I spend more time sitting in hallways than I do eating, sleeping, and studying combined.
I heard a sound like a camel with a dozen railroad spikes lodged in its throat trying to yodel. It was so startling (no exaggeration here) I yelped in surprise, only to realize that the sound had come from Mr. Bob's gullet. I looked up, and he was sitting motionless, calmly sweating away and making no indication that he had produced any such sound. I watched a moment longer, and he wiped his nose with his hand, and then after keenly scrutinizing the results, wiped the mess onto his pants. I was appalled. He continued to cough in myriad ways (hacking, wheezing, wet-sounding and dry-sounding), but began to sneeze, and sniffle as well.
I moved to a different hallway.
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