Guest Post
by AM Golden
About a month ago, I got my hair cut at a salon that is part of a nationwide chain. It was a couple of days before my vacation. During the cut, the stylist coughed several times into her arm.
Correction: she held her arm out and coughed in its general direction. You know what I mean, right? The arm is extended out front, allowing the cough to have plenty of space to spew germs out into the air with nothing to buffer them.
She complained about sinuses. I sympathized. Sinuses are tough. It didn’t pass my notice, however, that one cough seemed a little congested.
At checkout, I told her I hoped her sinuses got better. It was then that she disclosed that it was harder because she was also recovering from bronchitis.
Cue internal Homer Simpson-esque scream and flight.
I am highly susceptible to bronchial infections, especially this time of year. It was 35 years ago that I caught pneumonia while in college which caused me to miss two weeks of classes and three weeks of work at McDonald’s. I returned to classes the day mid-terms began. The day I returned to work, they put me in the drive-thru and assured my mother they would take me out as soon as it got dark and too cold. They didn’t. Fast food work sucks.
Probably for that reason, I am sympathetic to people in customer-facing positions because they are paid by the hour, generally don’t have sick time or much sick time and often have to make the choice of earning money to pay their bills or staying home unpaid when sick.
I get it.







