Suddenly, out of nowhere, the guy feels a slight tickle in his nose. Itchy, light scratching that slowly builds. This is it. A sneeze is coming on.
He knows he has two options: a) wind down the window at full speed and sneeze straight out the window, or b) sneeze, quickly wind the window down at ultra speed, and fan the sneeze out the window ensuring every last particle goes out so that his wife cannot smell, see, or imagine that any particles of sneeze remain in the car. He chooses the first option. Good choice.

Ok... so... that is a true story. I admit it! I have issues with sneezes the car. Today, however, I sneezed and forgot to open the window. Me? The sneezophobic crazy lady forgot to put the window down and allow my husband to breathe after my sneeze. It's ok... it only took Josh saying 'Gee, I wish sneeze germs weren't all over me' to realise, and I did what I should have done, and put the window down.
What is it about sneezes, in the car in particular, I find so repulsive? Is it the squillions of germs being catapulted into a small confined space? Yes I think so. Is it the odour of flem that sometimes comes along with a sneeze? Yes I think so. They are just gross!
You know what though? If it wasn't for sneezes, I wouldn't laugh so much. I wouldn't get to enjoy the high pitched, the low pitched, the sneeze raspberry. So I guess, there is good and bad. Just with everything else in life. Lucky I have learned to look for the good.
"You gotta accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative and latch on to the affirmative. Don't mess with mister in between!" Sing with me now.. lalalala....


