Greetings, comic people!

Let me start by saying that, if you don't experience catarrh (running nose) in your life at all, you don't know what your creator did for you. You ought to be giving him thanks in every 0.01 seconds.
I suffer from this slight illness often; in fact,  it's the only health issue that visits me all through the year. I think that's what my creator used to substitute for main illnesses like typhoid and malaria, as people usually experience. I could stay up to a whole year without feeling feverish, but catarrh comes regularly.

Although, whenever it comes,I have a quick remedy to tackle it, and it always works.
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Yesterday while on transit, I met someone that the angels of Catarrh decided to give premium embarrassment.

At the bus terminal, I paid, and I was led by the transport coordinator to a Siena car to enter. Luckily for me, there was only one space left. I hopped in and sat very close to a lady, a fair lady with my kind of skin. You know what they say, "like charges repel"? That was what happened. I wasn't attracted to her at all because our colors were repelling.
She was sitting in between two guys(I and other guy), and I suspected that the other guy is her boyfriend.

She was feasting on a large takeaway plate of rice, well studded with meat that looked like my most preferred meat—goat meat.
I didn't show interest or allow my home training to get shaken, so I picked up my phone and got glued to it while this girl kept eating like she's on a date on a movie set—one spoon, then wait for another 10 minutes to take another. 
It was obvious that she was on a clear pretense level for her boyfriend. Maybe they just met and were at the peak of the talking stage.

Then, a blow came; she sneezed so loudly, and I could see, from a very sensitive corner of my eye, that the liquids from the nostrils had dropped on her food and her lap.

Hey, I needed not to make her feel embarrassed, as she's a member of my club (Catarrh Club). I just remained coded, fully concentrated on my phone.

As soon as that happened, she felt so uncomfortable as she quickly rushed to begin cleaning her laps, which were already showered with liquid. I wonder what kind of thoughts her boyfriend had at that hour.
The cleaning took her up to 5 minutes to complete; she did all that feeling shy, especially towards me, who was seeing everything but decided to maintain my decorum.

After then, the main running nose got ushered in, and her nose began to run like escaped water from a locked dam.

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The sound at which she was making to control it was so embarrassing, as she was totally restless, and along the line, those fluids were dropping on her food uncontrollably.
I still didn't mind; I remained calm and started praying for her in my mind to heal her at that moment because.....the feeling was so bad. OMG!

*"Eyaaaa! Sorry, dear,"* I couldn't hide it anymore. I comforted her with those words, and maybe she felt embarrassed, but that's what I needed to do at that moment, at least to make her feel less uncomfortable.

It worked! My in-heart  prayer worked, and suddenly, the outpour of the running liquid on her nose got reduced.

You know what happened next? She picked up the food and began to eat. Jeeeez!

That food was already soaked by fluids, infact the food is already 60% fluids.

Don't you think she's supposed to leave it and move on with her life? At least she's in public.


Anyways, I don't blame her; maybe that food is worth $50, and how can she let go of such an amount of food like that because her nostril fluids showered on it? After all, it's her fluids and not anyone else.

Even if it's someone else's, isn't that what they s*ck during intimacy? (No, be me write this part.)

Thank you for reading.