I never have been able to decide if the utter misery of full and running sinuses is better or worse than the utter misery of the post-sinus-malady extremely painful suddenly dry-as-a-bone sinuses.
Hurts! Ouch!
What you need is the giant glass apostrophe known as the Nori! Don’t those action shots make you want to run right out and get one?
So, I was standing in one of two parallel lines at a convenience store, waiting to buy a pop, when a guy comes up behind me with a carton of beers and plops them down on the counter. He then sort of rested against me, and he stank of beers and other less salubrious scents.
I was trying to lean away but not so far that I would be resting against the person in the next line. I was trying to hold my breath and, when that failed, I was trying to breathe from the opposite side as my stinky leaner.
And that was when I invented the Crowd Snorkel. It’s a tube that runs along your arm, with a mouthpiece that can be discreetly sipped at. Simply reach your hand toward fresh air, and the fresh air will be available to you!
Please Eats_Crayons, tell me that you will help me spread the word of the Crowd Snorkel to all the masses!
jsgoddess, there’s going to be a disclaimer on that Crowd Snorkel about “effective use of this product at gaming or science fiction conventions requires 300-yard arms”, right?
Extend-O-Arms!
(Does stink rise or settle? That is the question.)