Just about everyone I know has come down with a case of the coughing chest crud.
It starts out as a dry cough, so it sounds a little like maybe the dry winter air has been getting to you, but then the crud kicks in and next thing you know, you show up for work with red-rimmed eyes and a nose that’s drippy enough to clog all the storm drains in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
Why do people come to work like that?
“Just don’t get too close to me,” they say, coughing up some more crud into the crook of their arm, then messily blowing their nose into a well-used wad of Kleenex. Okay, and I won’t touch the printer or the microwave or any of the elevator buttons. And I’ll hold my breath all day, just to be safe.
This Is Drivel 