And then, my compassion melted away.
My sister and I were there, at the register paying for our subs when some elderly man, an obvious smoker for life -- tracheotomy and all had come to a complete stop right behind us. Then he started making strange breathing sounds and with it came a foul stench that made the smell of smoke seem like perfume. Now, I don't toss when grossed, but that was challenged today. I almost turned around and said "look, I'm sorry... but could you go pant down there please?" He started moving a few seconds after that and I told my sister. She kind of laughed and said "you're horrible". I admit. I was. But what if he had TB to boot?
Mysophobe much?
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