Every God damned time, whether it is summer or winter, spring or autumn, every damn time I am in a store, and I approach the cashier lady, out of nowhere my nose starts to run. Especially when I don't have a tissue on me. Every damn time, why? The cuter the cashier, the more embarrassing my attempts to conceal it. I start sniffing like a spastic and she looks away embarrassed.
Why? Are we really but playthings for the amusement of the spirit world?