Cough cough.... I'm not that sick. Really. Well, not compared to a few days ago, anyway.
Knowing this, when my son called from school to ask me to drop off a folder he'd left behind at home, I thought it would be no problem. I grabbed his NFL Steelers folder and dashed off to the middle school.
I arrived and the secretary was all smiles, but she pulled her SLEEVE over her HAND to take the folder! (Uh-oh!)
I said, "I'm not that sick, really!" (My voice only cracked and wobbled a little, with the most minor hacking cough at the end).
She smiled and just walked away with the folder. When she came back, I apologized and told her I wasn't really trying to pass along germs to her (more hacking coughs, gasping for breath, sniffing).
"Oh no!" she said, "I'm not afraid of a few germs! I don't get sick."
She continued, "It was the FOLDER. I can't touch THAT. It's a (and her face sort of crumbled as she forced herself to say the word) STEELER folder." (I could hear the distaste in her voice.)
I started to laugh (and gasp, and choke a bit) and then I found out she's a COWBOYS fan. Then I really couldn't stop laughing!
The visit practically killed me. It certainly put my recovery time back a few hours. ;)))