Germophobia
I realize that in this day and age, especially in cold/flu season, it's good to be careful. But I think some have gone out of control. Let me tell you my story...
Yesterday morning, I was getting breakfast in the cafeteria. I picked up what I thought was a poppy-seed bagel with a pair of tongs. As I grabbed it with my hand, I realized it wasn't poppy, but an "everything" bagel. I didn't want an "everything" bagel. Knee jerk reaction? Toss it back, with my hand. As soon as I did it, I realized I shouldn't have. But I figured I'd only held it for about 5 seconds and if anyone toasted it, it would surely kill any germs I might have had on my hand. And, I didn't think anyone saw me, until I peeked through the sneeze guard and saw someone standing on the other side of the "buffet". I wasn't sure why she was standing completely still until I went to toast my plain bagel and saw her muttering and heard the word "bagel". I felt bad because I didn't mean to put back a bagel I had touched. As I was getting my soda and ice, I peeked between the machines and saw her ratting me out to a cafeteria lady! Busted! She didn't point me out specifically, so obviously she hadn't seen the culprit. I believe the bagel in question was then thrown out. Really, it's not like I fondled every bagel. I only touched one.
I want to send some kudos out to my man. He's the bomb. My grandfather's in the hospital. He has pneumonia, but he's doing OK. He lives on the Eastern Shore of MD, whereas I'm more in the central part, so we don't see him often. Luckily, he was visiting with his wife's son when he got sick so he's in a Baltimore hospital. He has a host of other health problems, including some heart issues, so it's possible that he won't be around much longer. He's 84 so it's not like he's being shortchanged, but I wanted to make sure I saw him at least one more time. I took off a little early yesterday and went to the hospital. I wound up staying way longer than I intended. My mom's step-brother and his partner were there and they were so funny, I didn't want to leave. I got home around 10. Micah fed the kids, bathed them, got them in bed, and didn't even get pissed that I didn't call when I wasn't home when we were thinking I'd be. I thanked him last night for being so cool, but I wanted to thank him in front of the world. Or at least the people that read this blog.
Thanks for being so great, Mikey. I love you.