It was 5.1 surround sound coughing on one of my trains this morning. From the dry cough to the I'm-dying now cough. The ride is 15 minutes long. I can not hold my breath that long so I sat there unwillingly inhaling all these microscopic germs. Glaring at people who were not covering their mouth and noting the surfaces that those who had covered their mouth with a hand, had then touched. I have seen people on the train wearing disposable gloves - I used to laugh at them. During the time of SARS I saw people wearing masks. Today I wished I had a mask and the gloves! I'm sure people are not aware of how far their spittle flies.
Don't you wish that you could edit people as they speak – without it seeming rude? I was listening to someone tell me a very long story today that involved a lot of tangents, backtracking and correcting on their part and as I tried to maintain an interested expression I thought how nice it would be if their brain was in editing mode before a jumble popped out of their mouth. God forgive me but I may even have thought "God, this is boring" more than a few times. It was such a struggle for me not to say "think about what you want to say before you attempt to say it" (sounds like something my father used to say to us). It was an incredible struggle not to yawn. But, I did get my shopping list complete in my head and I'm pretty sure I didn't miss much of the essence of the story.
Tonight my mind is quieted by my emerging orchid: