Old school RX.
By Carl Chancellor
I was heading home the other evening on the orange line of the Metro when the woman in the seat next to where I was standing in the crowded car, begins sneezing and sniffling. To her credit the woman did sneeze into the crook of her arm, just like the President showed us to do, but I still wasn’t liking the fact that I was standing so near to her.
I shifted on my feet for an uncomfortable for a few seconds, trying to figure out my course of action. Maybe I have an overabundance of the polite gene in my makeup, because I was hesitant about bolting and thereby calling attention to the sneezing woman. But when the lady sneezed again and followed it with a cough, I knew I had to book.
I slowly shouldered my way through the bodies pressed against me and worked my way to the far end of the car, as far away from Swine Flu Sue as I could get.
The sneezing woman shot me a dirty look, obviously taking offense at my retreat. I’m sure she didn’t appreciate me acting as if she were contagious. Hey, but you can’t fault a brotha for being cautious, particularly with all the buzz about H1N1.
That was a few days ago. Today, my head is throbbing and I’m sneezing. I’m hoping it is just a cold and nothing more.
To ease my suffering I resorted to the old school remedy of honey, apple cider vinegar and lemon, with a bit of a twist–whiskey. I’ve been downing spoonfuls of the elixir all morning long. And although I’m still sneezing, I’m feeling mighty good.
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