Germ-a-Phobes have always fascinated me. And when I say fascinate, I mean exasperate. Unless you live in a bubble, your rituals make absolutely no sense whatsoever.
Picture it, Sicily ...
Ok, anyway. Six or seven girls, sitting in our row one night at work. One of the girls asks another for a drink of her bottled water to take a pill.
The girl accepts the water that is so graciously offered to her. She opens the cap and before drinking it, proceeds to wipe the mouth of the bottle with her sleeve.
I immediately got this 'Oh no you di'ent!' look on my face and before I could stop myself, I rolled my eyes at her and snorted.
"You can't tell me you never had a dick in your mouth."
Surprisingly, it didn't go over as well as you might think.
Next time you have the urge to gag when you see someone double-dipping the nachos, think for a moment what you may have had your lips wrapped around last night.
And don't think for one minute that I have forgotten what you told me.
Nice girls don't spit.