I’m fighting one of the worst colds I’ve had in a while right now, and I’ve been cooped up in the house, doing nothing but sleeping excessively and blowing my nose while watching Friends and Varsity Blues and reading The Abstinence Teacher, so I decided to walk down to the CVS in Davis Square and stock up on supplies.

I grabbed tissues, Vitamin Water, Odwalla (Strawberry C Monster), lozenges and Jolly Ranchers, and then went to the cashier to pay.

She put everything I bought into a single bag — which was a little too full for my taste — so she decided to double-bag everything.

She then put the handles of the bag in her mouth as she grabbed another bag to put around it.

I was so shocked, I didn’t know what to do.

Finally, as she finished bagging my items, I spoke up.

“Listen, it doesn’t bother me,” (why did I say that? Of course it bothered me!) “but it might bother other people that you put that in your mouth just now.”

“Oh,” she said, clearly surprised. “Sorry.” She took everything out and re-bagged it.

“Sorry,” I said to her. (Again, why? Why must I always say “sorry” to everyone? Is it because I’m a girl?) “I mean, I’m already pretty sick, and it’s not like I’m going to get worse.”

Weird.

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