Thursday

Lord, she's ill

around the corner, about one, two, three, make that four offices down from me there's a woman who is hacking, choking, gaggingly ill (gaggingly is so a word).  Lord, she's ill.  She shouldn't be at work.  Maybe she feels ok but she doesn't sound ok.  She starts coughing and it turns into choking then hacking, then gagging and then you want to run in there and give her the heimlich manuever.  Two days We've all been listening to her. She's that sick.  She needs to go home.    Good thing I have these:


If this woman gets me sick I'm gonna sneeze and cough those germs right back on her, or or something!

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