Flu Poisoning
This whole weekend I was sick. Starting with severe Friday night shivers during a date at the movie Robots (we had to leave early, but got vouchers for next time), and continuing with one-sided late-night conversations with the commode, I was convinced it was food poisoning. I don’t know why, I suppose, but it made the most sense to me that these dramatic things I was doing were related to bad half-and-half in my Starbucks Americano. I kept reciting everything I’d eaten in the last three days to Karen, who eventually told me to get over it and just get used to the idea that it was the plain old flu. I protested, explaining that it couldn’t be the flu. It just couldn’t. She said okay, then. Flu poisoning. I got he idea and shut up. I’m happy to be feeling better. And next weekend’s date night will be much better than this weekend’s was.