Gag Me With A Rhinovirus

I would've been all set to blast off today for another great adventure on the streets of Worcester, but I overslept...

All night, I kept waking up feeling like I had turned into a phlegm factory. Good thing I'm a light sleeper, though, otherwise I would've awoken this morning with my head stuck to the pillow...

I got up around 4 and went downstairs just to lie on the couch and watch the news and weather on TV for a couple of minutes, while the coffee brewed. Next thing I know, it's half past 6 and I'm lying there on the couch feeling like I'd been run over by a truck.

It's gotta be from spending all that time in a confined space with so many different people who're sniffling, sneezing, coughing... Sheesh! I feel like I oughta wear a surgical mask all day.

I hate having to transport people who are obviously sick. I habitually roll down my window before I pick anyone up, no matter how cold it is out, just for that reason. Some people don't smell very good, and some people are potential Typhoid Mary clones, and I don't roll that window back up until I've gotten some sense of the situation...

But, sooner or later, the winter season blesses me with something or other. Last year, I ended up with sinusitis so bad that it blocked both ears up to the point of being nearly deaf before the various potions and pills the doctor gave me finally started turning it around.

Nowhere in the human brain is there an option for upgrades, though. Some people, apparently, have all sorts of sneezeware and drip tubes, according to some of the commercials I've seen on TV. I somehow got stuck with this automotive brainware that's been difficult to adapt to anything else.

What can I say?

I love to drive! I like to drive around in my own car, when I'm not working. I like to drive around when I've got nothing else that demands I not drive. Getting there is more than half the fun for me.

Nowhere in this design is there any room for a rhinovirus...