So I don't know if you know this about me but I work at a bagel shop. With food. Specifically bagels. And I think you know now from yesterday, but I also have really bad allergies. Well, today I sneezed on a bagel. Like I not only sneezed, which is unlike me, mind you (Usually. Unless it's morning), but I lifted the bagel innocently lying in my hands and sneezed onto it. It was so embarrassing. It was one of those sneezes where you think you can repress it and you get halfway through but then it's like HAHA PSYCH FUCK YOU and you sneeze face shit everywhere. Needless to say, I ran to the back and didn't know if I should laugh or cry. So I did both. For those freaking out, don't worry, they threw it away and maybe they remade it, maybe she demanded a refund and declared that the store shall be cursed for all eternity, all I know is she didn't get a snotted-on bagel, okay? So relax. We're talking about me now. So I call my sister, because that's what I do in any situation, and she just goes "Did you ever go to the doctor? Remember when I told you to go?" and after talking about nothing in particular for an hour like how we do in any situation, I called my doctor and scheduled an appointment for Tuesday at 10:30. And who knows, maybe he'll cure me.
But that does bring me to my next question: Do you ever wonder if people knew certain things about you would they still like you? Like if I went up to my boyfriend's family and just said "I sneezed on someone's bagel the other day," what would happen? I mean I know it's not like "I killed a guy"...like at all, but still. I always think about that. I mean everyone has secrets. Perhaps dark. I don't know. Mine is I sneezed on a customer's bagel. Except to people reading this blog. But if you encounter me about it, I'll straight up deny it. Ew, someome did that? Gross. They should be fired.