“…seventy-six cents makes four, and this single and some phlegm makes five”

i am FAR from a germ-o-phobe…

…or a hypochondriac, or whatever this situation would hint at. but tell me how you’d have reacted:

i went out to run errands the other day and as it was before the ass-crack of 10am i needed some caffeine. went to the convenience store, grabbed a rockstar, and went to check out. total $3.25, and i give her a five. as she’s ringing me up, she starts to cough…a lot.

and it was not a “dry” cough. you could hear gurgling. not trying to be gross or nothing, but you could.

on the upside, she covered her mouth as she heaved up the peter pan chunky-style lung butter. on the downside she used the SAME FUCKING HAND to reach out to me to take my money. she put the five in the drawer, pulled three quarters, a single, and then started coughing again. she instinctively reached up to cover her mouth WITH THE HAND HOLDING MY CHANGE IN IT, then handed the inflicted quarters and dollar to me.

ick.

on the way out to the car a homeless guy asked me for some change. i gave him ALL i had in my hands, hit the hand sanitizer the second i got in the car, and moved on with my day. residentially challenged guy now thinks i’m cool, and i figure with some time on the streets his immune system probably trumps my echinaeca-fueled one any day.

think i over reacted here?