Had a bit of an incident today at the supermarket. Well, not an incident really, but a potential one. I had just put a bag of powdered sugar into my cart when I noticed the bag had a small hole in it. As I picked it up, I noticed that the sugar had gotten on some items in the cart onto the sleeve of my black jacket. My first thought was, “oh crap, some upstanding, bacteriophobic** citizen is going to see me with white powder all over myself and the next thing you’ll know, I’ll be surrounded by large men with large guns wearing protective biosuits screaming at me to put my bag of anthrax down.” Luckily, I was able to get the powdered sugar all cleaned up before that happened.
** Turns out there’s a phobia for everything.