Pre-reading assignment if you haven’t seen the US breaking bowel news: News on the outbreak from Reuters. (Notable for not using the word “explosive”.)
I felt pretty lousy Monday afternoon. Headache, nausea, body aches, after a full night awake. Gary was headed to the store and asked if I wanted anything. I sighed “No” like I always do.
He came back with his deli-cooked herbed potato wedges and broiled chicken and several unsolicited things for me: Broccoli soup. Chicken Caesar wraps. Potato chips. Lobster bisque. Chicken soup.
“Ah, chicken soup,” I thought. “He’s feeding my cold.”
OR WAS HE?
Today I was eating one of the chicken wraps and he yelled from the other room:
“THAT’S IT THEY SAY THE CYCLOSPORIASIS IS IN EVERYTHING IT’S IN CHICKEN AND LETTUCE AND CHEESE AND HERBS.”
I looked down at my wrap made of chicken and lettuce and cheese and herbs.
”Well played, old man,” I thought, “The perfect crime.”
3 responses to “Cyclosporiasis”
HA!
(But I hope you do not encounter the Thing.)
KC – I hear secondhand it is awful and they now refer to bagged salad as “plague bags” which seems dainty when “shitbags” is right there.
AH-HAHAHAHAHA!