the guy next to me at the bar (where you'd expect) is talking, and I am listening carefully "that's what it's all about with women", he's saying "that's what they want these days, all of 'em". I nod solemnly and touch the rim of my beer glass. "and someone'll give it to 'em" he continues and stretches a hanky out of his pocket. "but you can bet it won't be me", and he commences to blow his nose into the handkerchief, goes for a few seconds, pauses to take a breath in through the mouth, and goes again. I keep waiting for the buzzing of air through clean nostril to break through the muffle and say that he's done it, cleared the airways. he goes again, huffing and pushing at the blockage, wishing he could hold more wind. then again; and once more. finally the sound comes. he stuffs away the hanky and resumes speaking "ya' know why?" he asks. I nod again, thinking of the time I came down with flu and thought it would never end.
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