On the flight home from Boston on October 15, Aggie and I both caught colds, which took us by the scruff of our necks and shook us like a terrier shakes a chew toy three days later. If blowing snot into soft pieces of paper was an Olympic sport, I’d have earned a gold medal. I hadn’t had a cold in years prior to that. I’m still not over it.
Extreme Mortman has a post about suggested and mandatory hand sanitizing in public areas.
When I’m well again, I’ll rethink it. For now, I also think that airline passengers should have to give breathalyzer tests for flu, colds, and other communicable diseases in order to board an airplane. If you test positive, you don’t fly.
(Thanks to Instapundit for the pointer.)