We are sitting in DFW, waiting for our connecting flight home. It's a friendly group in our little section of seats, all of us of a certain age, smiling at one another as an occasion warrants. The little girl chasing her daddy gave us all grins.
And then there's the slightly younger than we are, nicely dressed, page boy adorned woman who has not stopped coughing since she say down.
No one is sitting near her.
She has yet to cover her effusions. Those germs are sent floating into the air the rest of us are breathing, and she doesn't seen to care. She volunteered that it was allergies, but who cares?
Polite is polite. We are all in this together. Looking out for one another is a basic tenet of a civilized society.
When I moved my seat, the ladies in our pod began to laugh. When I said (not as lodly as I wanted) that even kinder kids know to cover their mouths, everyone's head began to nod.
She's still coughing. She's still not covering her mouth. And no one has stayed in any of the seats around her for very long.
I'm trying to figure out a way to blame the Orange Menace for this. It's that or throw my suitcase at her disrespectful head.
I can't wait to get home.
