There is this checkout lady I like and I go to her lane whenever possible. We chat about this and that. Food mainly. But she has this terrible habit of having these massive coughing fits. She turns away from you then violently coughs into her hands, sometimes blows her nose, then turns back around and continues scanning my groceries. I'm always hoping she gets it out of the system before we get to the fruit and veggies and she handles them all.
And this morning I had to go to the bank and when I got to the counter Felicity was looking pained. So I said to her
do you have a headache? and she grimaced and rubbed her stomach and said
no, upset tummy.
Oh really I felt like saying – do you think you should be here today then, handing you germs over the counter to possibly hundreds of people.
So when she handed me over my cash and credit card I put them in my purse, walked outside and quickly got out my little bottle of antibacterial handwash and had a scrub.
I was getting cash out to pay for my massage. So I walked into the massage place and I looked at Phee and had exactly the same conversation.
Do you have a headache?
No, sick tummy
Except she had the added bit – I can only handle eating snow peas – as she ate two
I said to her
Are you ok, should you be here?
But she insisted she was fine and off we went. I felt pretty safe in there though because she has it so icy cold I figure not many germs could survive the temperature.
Speaking of temperature. Are we sure its autumn here? Its still so bloody hot. This has been one of the longest hottest summers I can remember. Day after day after bloody hot day.
And I have a head cold. Nothing worse than a head cold when its hot weather. I'm up to that part where one side of your head is blocked, yet your eye and nostril run madly. I feel like a dogs dinner. Whatever that means. If it was Betty's it'd mean leftovers.