So everyone and their dog has a cold. And now I have one, too. It makes me really grumpy, this cold-having. And for some reason feeling bad gives me this annoying desire to place blame.
"You gave me your cold." I say this in a very accusatory fashion. To someone who is nothing but nice to me.
"That’s not my cold. Your symptoms are different. Plus you'd have gotten it a week ago."
He's right, I think. It's not his cold. "So you think maybe it’s because I lick telephone poles on my walk to work?"
"Could definitely be."
"And you know, every once in a while, I do like to lick a car or two."
"The door handles, right?"
"How’d you know?"
"That’s the part that tastes the best."
He's so totally right.