This morning, a man behind me sneezed his lungs up and the afterwhoosh was so cyclonic that it steamrolled through my hair and fanned my fringe out from against my forehead. I frowned and resisted the overwhelming urge to comb antibacterial handwash though my hair.
Was it so wrong of me to feel like this? I'd probably make the world's most germaphobic nurse, but if I was a bald doctor doing my rounds in a hospital, lathering antibacterial handwash all over my shiny, smooth head would be a totally workable and hygenic solution .
1 comment:
You are funny!
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