Tales from the Trenches: Germaphobia and the nose blower.

I've told all of you before that I work at an art gallery.  My main job is display, but at times like this, I have nothing to do so I'm just doing sales things.  (Generally I do a combo, but now we're really slow.)

I had a customer come up to me yesterday, hand over a gorgeous handcrafted cutting board while still clutching a used Kleenex.  :ewww!:  I took it from her, thankful that Purell was nearby.  Then, she lifts said used Kleenex and with the gale wind force, starts blowing her nose right in front of me.

1.  Yuck.
2.  We all know that Kleenex can give out under extraordinary force tests such as these.  We've all experienced the Kleenex blow-out.
3.  I was directly in front of her.

I very obviously stepped down a giant step (I would have gone further, but that would have called for me to burrow into the wall) and the look on my face was probably not that good.

We have a bathroom.

She could have turned away.

I have a box of tissues and would have been happy to offer her a back-up wall of protection.

:scrunchy face:

I did a beautiful job wrapping her gift, wished her a good day, then promptly Purelled my hands and the pen that she used to sign with.

:even scrunchier face:

We really need to teach people better manners.

:the scrunchiest face:

Aren't you glad that I'm not a teacher?  God allowed me to see my limitations and guided me to other places.

Thankfully.