Why I carry hand sanitizer

So I have a tiny bladder. I was in the grocery store and had to pee. I was in the stall almost done when a lady came in and there was clearly SOMETHING going on in the stall next to me. I will not describe with vivid adjectives cause that's not the kind of blog this here is.


Just understand they were the sort of sounds that are made by someone not feeling so well. Sure, she could have been knocked up and therefore having afternoon sickness. BUT. I started to fervently *pray that it was nothing contagious cause here she was, a mere inches from me, spraying germs everywhere. I couldn't help but think of The Stand** and how the superflu spreads so rapidly to kill a vast population of humans leaving only a few to survive and fight the forces of evil while living in Denver. Since I don't want to move to Denver, I was concerned.

I quickly finished my own business and got the hell out of dodge.

Part of me wanted to say "are you okay?" Because she wasn't. Part of me wanted to tell the hubby waiting outside the door that she wasn't feeling well. But it wasn't any of my beeswax (I've used that phrase twice today! Yay!) But the other, more phobic about germs part, wanted to run away run away run away!!!

And people wonder why I carry that alcohol based germ killer stuff from Bath & Body Works in my purse. AAAAAAAIII!! Germs! They're everywhere!!!!! (OCD much?)


*Had to doublecheck the spelling. Had it wrong, apparently, at first. LOVE Dictonary.com. Lots.
**If you haven't read it then cancel the rest of your week and go get it darn it! It's a great book!!!!