Sick people, OCD and me...

Tired, half awake, I made my way to the cafeteria. Using my coat pockets to open doors and following in line behind others as I went. When I arrived at the front desk to swipe my student ID, I knew there would be trouble.
*Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough*
It was a deep, gurgling cough. But I knew she was too pure to be a chain smoker. There was only one other explanation.
*Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough*
*Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough*
Reluctantly I approached the stand, wondering if I should make use of the sanitation dispenser for what I was about to encounter.
*Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough*
"Hi there!"
*Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough*
It was the kind of cough that made you think of earthquakes, fire, flood and corrupt politicians. It was a cough to rumble the foundations of all the orders of ancient columns, Doric, Ionic and Corinthian. It transformed agile youth to wilted backstreet poor.
With caution, I ask attempted to procure myself a lunchbox from the stack to her right.
"Oh, no! I'll get it for you! We've got some new rules around here!"
She smiled.
*Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough*
As she reached for a paper drinking up, I waved my hand, and told her it would not be necessary, as I quickly fled the scene, contaminated lunchbox in hand.
I waived to a friend, gathered my food, and faced the exit. The exit is next to the entry...next to the front stand. There she was.
*Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough*
I would have to be quick. I swung by the front counter quickly.
"I hope your not mad at me sir!"
I did feel bad, not saying two words to her. But...I had a busy schedule to keep.

Perhaps I exaggerate a tad...but I assure you t'was and uncomfortable experience non the less!