Nose Business


Within seconds of blowing my nose today, my dad asked me if I’ve got a cold.

He always does this, without fail. It’s very frustrating. I only have to reach for a tissue for the question to meet his lips.

As a result, I try to be more subtle. I wait until he looks away before I do it. One day this is going to backfire, with mucus-related consequences.

I'm not sure why he equates a mere blow with having an illness. He must know that you sometimes need to do this. He’s had a nose for far longer than I have.

One of these days, my answer will be "yes". When it is, I don't know how he’ll react.

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