Crusty Old Woman

Iris is contagious after all (sorry, Emmie!). What I thought was a resurgence of the last cold appears to be something new, something extra-snotty. I mean there are tablespoons of snot running out of her. I wipe it up often, but it’s sort of a losing battle.

It even impressed the checker and bagger at the co-op, guys who are probably in their early twenties but who, to a woman in my wizened state, look decidedly adolescent.

“Do you want a? Kleenex?” asked the checker, looking queasy, as the bagger stopped mid-bag to check out the snot bubble inflating and deflating outside my baby’s nostril.

There was a lot of snot on her face, but aren’t men in the bloom of youth supposed to be able to handle a high level of grossness? I really, really wanted to say, “Young man, this is nothing. You should have seen what was smeared all over my boob this morning.”

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2 thoughts on “Crusty Old Woman

  1. If you actually say that to a checker, I will give you ten dollars and clean out your diaper pail.

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