On Saturday, I went to my second Weight Watchers meeting. (Last week was my first week back on the program - and I lost two pounds. Go me!)
We were packed in the room like sardines. When it was time to leave, I stood and put on my coat. I put on coats like a five-year-old, so both of my arms were stuck in the sleeves behind my back and I was trying to shimmy the whole thing onto my person.
Without thinking about it, I coughed. It wasn't an "I've got a cold cough" - it was more of an "I need to clear my throat" cough. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to cover my mouth because both of my arms were stuck in my sleeves. Even more unfortunately, I was facing the woman seated to my left.
You should have seen the expression on her face. It was a mixture of horror and disgust. She leaned so far away from me, she was practically doing a back-bend. I felt terrible. I muttered an apology and ran out of the room as fast as I could. I'm a little afraid of running into her at the next meeting.