Waiting

This morning was cold and perhaps the unusually warm October is finally at an end. I must say I am actually pleased about this possibility, the warm sun is all wrong for this time of year and its totally thrown me out of kilter.

Anyway, with it being cold I found myself entering the stations waiting room. Oh how I hate these places I thought, much like doctors waiting rooms these are a breeding ground for manky airborn diseases, calling it an incubation room would be far ore accurate. Crap there is always one person who is sneezing and spluttering. Why do they feel the need to share?!? Why cant they just stay at home and leave us alone to listen to our iPods and read our Kindles? Is that too much to ask for? Why should the rest of us suffer because you were too selfish to stay at home? Why should we have too... AAHHCHOO!

A silence descends the waiting room, even the iPods have paused and all eyes turn to me. I can see the disgust on their faces, the revolt. An air of disapproval descends. Oh god, it's me. I am he, that man. I am the sniffler, the sneezer, the nose wiper, the tissue rustler. I am the one that brings illness to all. Oh how I hate that man.

I start to justify myself; its just because its cold outside and toasty in here, Im probably allergic to newspapers or something. Im not really ill, I don't feel ill, don't condemn me for one little sneeze. And then a man enters and sits next to me. Rustling his paper, unbuttoning his overcoat he sits and...

...clears his throat with a little cough then proceeds to sniff a little. Get out! Get out of my waiting room.  Contagion! Contagion!  This man has bird flu cant you see?  How can you bring that filth to this waiting room for us all to catch? Have you no respect for the health of your fellow commuters? You disgust me.