I have to share this with someone, or else I’m just going to collapse in to a Michael Douglas style Falling Down explosion of range at the continuing antics of the woman that sits opposite me at work. For reasons of protecting her identity, and my tenuous grasp of employment, I shall refer to the whole event as the continuing adventures of Sniffy McSnot and her amazing bronchial tubes.
Alongside her long running estrangement from all things tissue and handkerchief related, Sniffy today has decided that, not only is she going to spend the day sniffing at twice the speed and snorting depth, she's also decided to accessorise with some choice deep throat coughing, and plain can't be bothered covering her mouth. Round all of this off with repeated belching, and we've got what I decree to be a winner.
I am now going to blow my own head off through sheer exasperation.