My thoughts about what to order for lunch were interrupted by the voice behind me.
“Are you going to wash your hands?”
It was an awkward moment.
Like a dog with a bone, the person persisted, “Are you going to wash your hands before returning to the cash register. I heard you sneeze.”
“I didn’t sneeze,” the young lady quietly responded, “I have Tourettes.”
Silence.
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