How the Butcher Almost Killed Us On My Way To Work

Yes, I was just the girl talking about how awesome chunks of endometrial lining are.  So, why hearing the Butcher sneeze, then say, "Oh, gross" and then looking over and seeing the most humongous snot hanging out of his nose and down onto his arm should cause me to start uncontrollably screaming and shuddering, I don’t know.

But I did, scream and shudder uncontrollably.  Especially when he was like "I don’t have anything to wipe it on."

Blah.  It’s giving me the heebie jeebies right now.

"Put it on this bag!  Put it on this bag!" I insisted, pulling a huge bag from between the seats.  "Argh!  I looked at it.  Oh, my god!  I touched it.  It touched me.  I think it touched me."

"How could it have touched you?  It’s way over on this side of the car.  And my nose points down."

"I don’t know.  I just know it touched me.  I can feel it on me.  Oh, god.  Pull over."

"I’m going to have to, because you’re making me laugh so hard I can’t drive."

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