I met my sister in the hotel lobby as she was waiting for the fiancee. I advised that he should NOT attend since he would just spread the flu.
Yes, says the sister, but he "came all this way" and wants to attend.
I understand, and that is nice, but not if it means other people will get sick and pay the price. Unfortunately I got nowhere with this line of reason. The sister has always had a problem comprehending how her actions affect others. She understands if it is explained to her but seldom otherwise. There is probably a psychological term for it.
Long story short, I now have the flu. And so does probably everyone else who sat at our table.
That, my friends, is a textbook example of a bad decision.
And now here is an interesting doorway:
8 comments:
maybe you shouldn't have gotten drunk and made out with your sister's fiance...
Maybe I should blow my nose on your face.
To be honest I would have gotten sick even if he stayed in his room because I like him and I would have gone up to hang out with him and maybe watch some football.
But at least other innocent attendees would not have been exposed.
But consider this...how many other people there may have brought the flu bug? My cousin is parnoid like you blogger. I don't worry about getting sick even though I'm diabetic. The reason being if I'm shopping at the store, out in public, period. I could be collecting all type of germs. Why should your sister and soon to be hubby pay expensive plane fare, and not go to wedding. That makes no sense. Easy on your sister and her man.
Humbly, CAJD
Interesting post indeed.
Okay, that's two faces slated to receive a snot missile.
I wear gloves everywhere in the winter, especially when handling door knobs and banisters.
I hate shaking hands during this season and I have antibacterial gel in my purse and on my desk.
I won't even let my mom kiss me on the cheek if she's got something catching. Huh, that sounds way weirder than I intended.
Hey, consider yourself tagged! (have to do it here - the tennis.com email didn't work):
Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you and post it. At the end, choose 5 people to be tagged. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.
this may be the weirdest string of comments ever on this blog
No kidding, Liz. WEIRD.
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