Chain of Events:
Mid-January, the Super Spiritual Activity for March 24, 2012 is planned.
As of March 1st, I pray for two things: good roads and good health.
March 13: my officemate announces, “My throat tickles.”
March 14: my officemate complains about her sore throat. I glare at the back of her head (I sit behind her).
March 15-19: my officemate stays home sick.
March 20: my officemate returns to work declaring, “I can’t afford to stay home any longer.” Ms. Cranky Pants would like to make a point of difference here. She is a salaried employee. Her husband has a pretty good job. She could afford to stay home longer but chose not to.
March 20-23: my officemate works in our
closet office while hacking up a lung and complaining. She is the beneficiary of many a dirty glare from me.
March 23: I decide to go to the Hunger Games matinee. A little five-ish year old sits in front of me and wet coughs periodically. “Oh, c’mon!” I complain in a very loud thought. “Give me a break.”
March 24: I am not sick.
March 25: I am not sick.
March 26: I am sick.
It reminds me of an episode of…shockingly, not Friends. It reminds me of an episode of Everybody Loves Raymond.