No, it’s not another sex-related thread. Not yet, anyway. Knowing my Doper friends, it probably soon will be. But, for now, it’s not. Sorry to disappoint.
No, it’s a sneeze-related thread. I work with a lot of people younger than myself. I’m one of the “old guys” in the Engineering department, which is primarily populated with twenty- and thirty-somethings. Early thirty-somethings. But, that’s a different issue.
Anyway, one of the younger guys told me, recently, about the Screw You Zone. See, we work in a sealed office building. You know, the kind where the windows don’t open, and you rely on the HVAC system to endlessly recycle the air. And, the dust. Our particular building is over 125 years old. It wasn’t designed for HVAC. Apparently, the HVAC we have wasn’t designed for this building. They do not Play Well With Each Other.
The building, due to its age, and all the reconstruction, and the construction next door, constantly sheds dust. Large dust. You can see it falling. We also don’t have what you would call a highly efficient cleaning staff. Once in a while, you can tell they dusted, because the dust is now in rows of lumps, rather than a uniform layer.
The result, of course, is that we’re all sneezing. All the time. It sounds like a convention of priests, with all the “Bless You”'s flying around . It can get on one’s nerves, occasionally. So, anyway, my young colleague, who tends to be less diligent in participating in this chorus of blessings, one day explained it, thusly.
Everyone sneezes. Everyone is entitled to a certain number of non-sectarian blessings, per day, when they sneeze. While under the limit, one is considered to be in the Bless You Zone. Beyond that number lies the Screw You Zone. The magic number, it turns out, is three.
So, you’re entitled to be blessed the first three times you sneeze. Beyond that, you’re just looking for sympathy, so Screw You is the appropriate response. Or, so my young friend claims.