COUGHING INTO OUR HANDS

It’s a fight to the finish. Recently, I’ve discontinued reading novels in favour of trying to learn Portuguese on public transit. I have a Portuguese In 3 Months book. I’m trying to absorb as much of it as I can before I go on vacation there. When my brain feels like it’s going to explode and I can’t take any more ish and eshge-es I turn to lighter fare, like counting the number of people reading on transit versus those listening to their ipods. I disqualify those doing both at the same time – cancels out. It’s a slightly more pleasant game than counting the number of people who cough into their hands and then grab a pole on their way out so their gift of the germ remains.