| Elizabeth J. Braswell ( @ 2009-05-05 17:15:00 |
Scaring the Tourists
At the Cherry Blossom Festival at the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens on Saturday, Scott sneezed loudly.
"Bless YOU," a tall midwesterner drawled, equally loudly.
"It's ok," I said. "It's not the swine flu. It's allergies."
*He* laughed. But the rest of his posse must not quite have heard everything I said.
"What'd she say?" his wife whispered frantically as I walked away. "Did she say something about swine flu? What was it?"
At the Cherry Blossom Festival at the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens on Saturday, Scott sneezed loudly.
"Bless YOU," a tall midwesterner drawled, equally loudly.
"It's ok," I said. "It's not the swine flu. It's allergies."
*He* laughed. But the rest of his posse must not quite have heard everything I said.
"What'd she say?" his wife whispered frantically as I walked away. "Did she say something about swine flu? What was it?"