Germs

            With the Ebola outbreak, we germophobes are in a bit of a tizzy. I'm not an advanced germophobe, just a regular guy who washes his hands more than usual.
            Last night I found myself waiting in line at an ATM. There was an older man using the machine in front of me, a tall big fellow. He was taking his sweet time about it. He stood in front of the machine and counted his money, like considerate, conscientious people are prone to do. I heard him cough. And then I saw him wipe his nose and cough again uncontrollably. He was spreading his germs pretty good from what I could tell. I figured if he had touched the buttons I was waiting in line for, there was a good probability of contracting his illness. I packed it up and decided to find another ATM. I had never done that before. I had a sudden impulse to get away from the guy. In my mind he was bad news on many levels.
            I think I made the right decision, but truth be told, I'm not feeling a hundred percent today. Feverish. No flu shot. Never a flu shot. I don't trust them.

Addendum:

I know a guy who had a van with a water bed in it. Circa 1979.