We’ve all been there: in the grocery store, at the mall, walking the shelves of the library, when, out of nowhere it hits you like a sniper bullet to the chest. Youhave to cough. There might not even be enough time to be conscious that it’s about to happen. Yes, your chest just went there! You’re just about to be publicly humiliated in one way or another.
There’s no time to make a decision! It’s time to duck, slide, glide, or shove your face into your elbow to muffle the 747 engines that just revved up. I’ve hidden behind produce islands to tie my shoe, ducked around shelves, put up newspapers, and slipped into empty rooms.
Your surrounding audience is going to perceive you one or more of the following ways:
- as someone about to die on the spot
- as someone suffering from the swine flu
- as someone who should have stopped smoking 512,478 packs of cigarettes ago
- as someone who is going to infect them with whatever made you cough like that