Rethinking gun control

Anyone who knows me knows that I hate when people sneeze.  I literally find it disgusting.  The sound of a sneeze can often be quite sickening and I don't want to be responsible for making others hear it.  Personally, when I have to sneeze, I try to get as far away from others as I can.  I don't think it's appropriate to inconvenience them with thousands of particles of my saliva coming at them at hundreds of miles per hour.  If I have no choice, I rush to find something with which to cover my mouth.  Other people of course aren't as considerate.

Speaking of inconvenience, the ShopRite near my job keeps moving their salad bar.  It is now in its third--and least convenient--location since the beginning of the year.  All three locations have been clear across the store from the beverages so if you stop in to pick up a salad for lunch--presumably what the salad bar is for--and you'd also like a beverage, you are forced into an unprovoked cardio workout.

Today, during my hike from the salad bar to the iced tea, I spotted a man standing in front of the poultry, holding onto a package of chicken parts.  To be completely frank, he was appalling even without sneezing.  He was at least a hundred pounds overweight, his clothes were dirty (in addition to being unfashionable), and his hair had clearly not seen shampoo or a professional scissor in many a moon.  Oh, and the index finger of his right hand was wiggling around in his right ear, presumably trying to find something that had made its way in there.  Disgusted as I was by the very sight of him, things only went downhill from there.

As I approached, he sneezed.  He didn't bother to cover his mouth and he didn't appear to care who saw.  As we've established, he's grossly overweight, he doesn't clean his clothes, he doesn't wash his hair, and he ear-fishes in public.  He has to know he's a lost cause so we can hardly expect him to care what others think of him. 

Now this was not just a garden variety, run-of-the-mill sneeze.  This detestable pig-man is so lazy, he couldn't even be bothered to open his mouth.  So the sneeze was forced through pursed lips.  It was an extended, obviously wet release of spit and god-knows-what-else which he sprayed all over the entire display of poultry, as well as the package of chicken in his left hand.  His mouth was actually aimed at the chicken he was holding.

As I passed, I actually uttered the word "disgusting" out loud.  And when I turned the corner toward the iced teas, I saw him put back his package of chicken, apparently having decided he didn't want that one after all.