I don't mind dealing with the general public at work - but there's one thing they do that disgusts me more than anything else, and it involves tissue.
(Don't even think it - I'm not going in the direction you're thinking.)
For some reason, as I'm walking about doing my job, I always seem to find some tissue that someone has inadvertently dropped on the floor. (At least I hope it's by accident - if they're doing it on purpose it'll piss me off.)
I'm always loathe to pick it up.
I know it's probably nothing - just fell out of some old ladies pocket - but I still cringe when I pick it up.
How do I know what's in there? Could be snot, mucus, blood - could be the tears of a sainted angel for all I know - but the act of reaching out and picking it up off the floor is enough to gag me.
It's just awful.
I think I'll start to carry one of those metal hot-dog sticks around - that way I can just stab the tissue, and not even have to have it come near me. I think that would work.
Or I could just ignore it and keep on walking - that's what everyone else does.
Later.
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