This morning I was sitting in a doctor’s office and there was a woman who hacked, hacked, hacked instead of getting up and getting a drink of water. She hacked so much that my throat got dry and I got up to get a drink of water. From the pitcher on the other side of the small, tiny room we were forced to sit in.
And, before you say, “what do you expect, you were at the doctor’s.” I should tell you we were there for mammograms not curing the creeping crud. Hack, hack, hack is what I expect at the GP’s office. Perhaps, she was hack, hack, hacking because she was wearing these. Wearing those shoes would make me hack something up too.