Me: So, how was the flight?
Wife: Oh! I’ve got to tell you about this guy. So, we’re waiting to board and I coughed. Once. Into a tissue with my head turned. And—I’m not making this up—the guy standing next to me jumps three feet away with this look on his face like I just killed him or something.
Me: Oh yeah?
Wife: Yeah! What a jerk! So I look at him and I say, “Excuse me, sir. It’s not like I coughed on you.” And he just grabs his stuff and runs away to the boarding line.
Me: Weird.
Wife: Right! So, a couple of other people came up to me later and told me they thought that guy was a nut and that his reaction was hilarious.
Me: Maybe he doesn’t have an immune system and if he gets sick he’ll die instantly.
Wife: Then he should be in a bubble.
Me: Yeah, I guess. Maybe he’s foreign and he doesn’t know our ways and customs. Maybe he was from another country.
Wife: Oh, I know where he was from: Fuckyouland.