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I was at work saturday at my Part-time job,  with my sniffles, cold medicine fog and big heavy sweater. I am sick……Hug Me…… People coming in were put back by my outrageous cough, and saying snide remarks!  Like  “smoke another one”….. OMG I work in a tobacco store.  What did not occur to any of these people who had something to say was that they have a worse cough than I do.  And some of these people buy Cartons every 2-3 days…….And they say this to me???   And yes I am a smoker.  I do not have a problem with smoking, I have a Cold or the Flu…the jury is out on this one. 

I was trying not to breath on any of these people because I really don’t want to spread the love around.  But as I am not getting any help from anywhere financially I had to be there.  Now the ones who came in the door saying things yes I made sure to breath or sneeze on their money that was given in change.  And if they were paying for their bad habit in the form of a Check I made sure to run the check through the machine stamp the back and then the front over where they initialed it, Sneeze on it and then lay it down in front of them so they had to initial it again on the line>>>>>ha-ha!

Now the ones paying in the form of a credit card or debit card had no choice but to hand it to me, and yes they cringed when I sneezed or reached for a tissue.  So they got the germs anyway for not having cash to pay for their bad habit. 

Then there were the people who had a different form of illness than I do.  Of which I have now been exposed to, Thank you very much!  This is just great, at this rate I will never be well again, and my doctor will now think I am a hypochondriac if she doesn’t already.  I am supposed to go this coming week to get blood work done, and I can not get out of it my blood pressure medicine is going to run out.  I would much rather have the NyQuil than the metoprol, but she won’t see it that way, so I guess I will just curl up on the couch with a bottle of Rock N’ Rye and sweat it out. 

But that may be the death of me since I am sweating at intermittent intervals with this sickness.  I am Sick….Hug Me,   I couldn’t even complain at work, no one felt sorry for me, they just went straight for the Lysol can I had sitting on the counter, so I  would not forget to disinfect the counter and register so the other girls won’t catch it.  They will kill me if they get sick.

All I really need is a HUG, and no one will accommodate me, not even any of my friends that come into the shop.  I think it is the big sweater that I am now wearing that is the turn off to hugging your fellow smoker who is sick.  It makes me look fat,  I would think I would be able to get someone to hug me, my old man won’t even hug me and he is the reason I am sick!  Boy I will tell you this really bites, No Hug, No sympathy, Not even Chicken Noodle Soup, I can’t get anything I need right now.  Oh I have to take that back I guess, one good thing did happen on Saturday.

I actually had a knight in a shiny new Audi come into the store and listened to me complain because I couldn’t get anyone to go and get me a cup of ice for my Pepsi.  See I was there on the 9 am - 7 pm shift by myself, all by my lonesome, no break, no lunch, no sit down and rest time. And he listened to me say “sure wish I had some ice”  and then he said “do you have a cup?”  I wasn’t sure where that would lead so I was hesitant and he asked me again.  “Yes I do, why?”  He then proceeded to tell me that he had a bag of ice in his trunk.  I started jumping up and down like a little kid that got a puppy!  Ice, cold ice for my Pepsi, AHHH! Yippee!  There was no one else around so I darted out to the guys car and he opened it and gave me some ice.  That was so nice of him to do that, and I thanked him with a Hug!   It was a win win situation.  I WIN  I got Ice and the Hug I so desperately needed, I sure hope he didn’t get sick. 

Hope I made you giggle!  Have a good day.

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