So I was walking on 14th Street, that street with the extra bricks and curvy path for cars, and a guy was standing by the wall of the bank. Like a cigarette break except he was not smoking. 20 feet. 10 feet. 5 feet. 2 feet. COUGH. He coughs right in my face, no attempt to raise his hand to cover his mouth at all. I walk past. Hack hack hack, cough cough. I look back. He’s still obliviously on his cough break, hands by his side, coughing straight forward.
What a fucking asshole. If I get sick because of him, I’ll …I’ll hopefully have already kicked his ass in a previous lifetime because I don’t want to bother now.
And just yesterday I was thinking how good everyone was, promoting the idea of coughing into one’s elbow as a way to prevent the spread of flu and colds.