Copenhagen is apparently the worst place in Denmark to have a pollen allergy so, as a massive sufferer, I’ve picked the perfect place to live for the foreseeable future.
Supposedly some bright sparks a while back decided to plant loads of birch trees in the city, which are really bad for allergies. Bloody good job, DANES.
All of this talk makes me recall the time I sneezed on a girl. I was on a train and my hay fever was particularly rampant that day.
It just shot out of my nose at a strange angle and hit her on the face. She flinched, wiped her face and looked revolted.
As you probably would if a stranger on a train sneezed on you.
I apologised profusely, and she just muttered something quietly and turned away from me. I wanted to offer her a tissue but all of my tissues were horrid snot rags curled up in my pockets.
I was just getting over the embarrassment of it, and I even started to laugh at myself internally about the ludicrousness of the situation I’d got myself in, when I noticed she was crying. Not hysterical crying, but just a couple of tears rolling down her cheek.
I wanted to say something again, anything to get across that I’m not the kind of guy who goes around snotting on strangers faces.
Something about the fact I sometimes bought the Big Issue, so how could I be a bad guy, maybe? But I couldn’t get any words out. So I just left at my stop, looking back apologetically and sweating with embarrassment.
Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, my brain serves up that memory.
I wonder what she’s doing now. Did the incident affect her? Does she refuse to go on trains now? Does she wear a mask or a veil across her face and dart between carriages with her hands up in a protective stance?
Or maybe I’m mistaken and she was actually crying about something else? We’ll probably never know, but I guess it SNOT IMPORTANT HAHAHA.
Well, that was some great content!
I’m off to Transylvania in Romania for a couple of weeks. We’ll be hiking in the mountains for a few days (I’m hoping to see bears) and poking around some Saxon villages, as well as generally relaxing.
When I get home, I will be STARTING A NEW JOB. I’m going to be doing some copywriting for a large hotel chain. Maybe they’d be interested in my sneezing story?