M. Scott Morris: Sneezing Season’s Greetings

M. SCOTT MORRIS I was running late but it’s always good policy to take care of personal business before attending a meeting. So I was in the men’s room and heard some of the worst blowin’ and goin’ that I’ve heard in a while. A guy was forcing heroic blasts of air through his nasal cavity. To get an idea for the sound, imagine a goose with electrodes attached to its nether regions. Better yet, imagine the same scenario and add nuclear-strength hot sauce to the goose’s beak. Truly, it was an uncomfortable racket, the kind that attacks the listener’s central nervous system.