Erik and I went to a wedding reception this evening and then to the grocery store. At checkout Erik held the credit machine stylus at the very end with the tips of his fingers to sign for the transaction. “What’s with that?” I laughed at his messy signature.
“I heard on NPR(many of his conversations start like that) that you should always carry your own pen with you because public pens are covered with germs. So whenever I pick up one of these stylus things I just imagine all the germs crawling on them.”
Wow, I forget to even worry about things like that. I’m lucky enough to rarely get sick, while Erik, whose appearance is the epitome of strength, catches every stray illness.
But sure enough, before we arrived home Erik was coughing, scrambling for a kleenex and complaining about his sore throat. He’s been out of town all week and is certainly a victim of an evil credit card stylus somewhere in Wisconsin.