The caugh and the courtesy
Entering the Kyoto subway system, my throat suddenly felt dry and swarming with frogs. I had to caugh. I started with some modest caughing on the platform. A few seconds later the man ahead of me in the queue for the train moved away, to a different train entrance.
I stepped on the train, later changed into another. The frogs caught up with me, and I caughed again, modestly, hand covering mouth and all. A middle-aged woman, delicate, frail, whiteishly made up, holds a handkerchief over her mouth and nose until I leave the train.
Paranoia? Methinksnot. (Frogs left the train, too, and went to shop for accessories later, without me.)
als ich in wien japanische touristen mit mundschutz sah, dachte ich auch an paranoia, bis man mich aufklärte, dass SIE verkühlt wären und niemanden anstecken wollen...
sweetmaker (Aug 22, 08:59 pm) #