Let's be real about it.
Jun. 13th, 2018 08:08 pmAt work today, I left the office area and went into the stairwell so I could cough and blow my nose as hard and loud as I needed to without unduly bothering my coworkers. Given that I was coughing hard enough I was all bent over, it got pretty loud.
When I was in there, someone else came down from the next floor up. As he passed me, he asked, "How are you?" You know, the common greeting of the American Northwest from the Atlantic all the way to Pittsburgh.
It may well have been the most absurd "how are you" I have ever been asked.
Not quite as absurd was when someone else asked me the same thing, after a second major coughing fit - one that started before I left the office, which was more embarrassing than I'd care to admit to. She asked, and I said, "Pretty bad." She clearly didn't know how to react to that answer. But she'd seen me with tears in my eyes from coughing so hard. I really don't know what she expected me to say.
When I was in there, someone else came down from the next floor up. As he passed me, he asked, "How are you?" You know, the common greeting of the American Northwest from the Atlantic all the way to Pittsburgh.
It may well have been the most absurd "how are you" I have ever been asked.
Not quite as absurd was when someone else asked me the same thing, after a second major coughing fit - one that started before I left the office, which was more embarrassing than I'd care to admit to. She asked, and I said, "Pretty bad." She clearly didn't know how to react to that answer. But she'd seen me with tears in my eyes from coughing so hard. I really don't know what she expected me to say.
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