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So, being sick sucks. I know this. I’m the biggest, whiniest fit-throwingist person in the world when I’m sick. And I hate, hate, HATE that post-nasal drip that’s always inevitable… sneaking up on you and the most inopportune moments (think: exam week when the classroom is dead silent). I can say, though, I try to be considerate when the nasty nose drippies start. I carry tissues and I go to the restroom frequently to blow my nose and I always WASH MY HANDS afterward (note: I’m giving you the side-eye right now… yes YOU).
So, you, Mr. Sniffle pants, that has been sitting at your desk for the past FOUR HOURS, sniffling every 3-5 seconds (believe me, I’ve been counting), BLOW YOUR NOSE already.
Oh, and I hate you for bringing the nose nasties to work. That’s all.