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Innocent Bystander

Technically, I was sitting in the situation I am about to relate.  The point is, I was minding my own business.  I was not milling around in a public place; I was not interacting with another human being.  I was sitting facing my computer at work when Disaster walked up behind me and assaulted me.

There I was sitting innocently, when I heard a step come up from behind.  I would have turned around, but the incident literally happened in a split second.  The sound of the step was immediately followed by the sensation of someone touching my neck!  Seems strange, doesn’t it?  Believe it or not, it was not the first time this had happened, but I had forgotten about it and did not take necessary precautions.  The person had walked up to tuck in my shirt tag.  I was startled when I felt the touch, and when I turned around, I looked in horror at who was standing there.

This occurred at least twice before because I can recall two separate individuals who have done this to me.  One is a non-washer, and the other person might as well be a non-washer because after she washes her hands, she slaps them on the side of the sink.  What’s the point?  Well, on this latest occasion, it was the non-washer staring me in the face.  It was the non-washer who had spread her filth all over me, or so it felt.  If you hear a flush in the restroom, and the restroom door opens three seconds later, you can rest assured that you are going to see her face in the doorway.  At least I wish that she was the only culprit, but there are several in the office.

I tried to laugh off the incident, but I was sick inside.  Yet another day was spent in extreme discomfort.  I could not touch my own neck the rest of the day.  It’s funny how hard it is not to do something that you probably don’t do very much, but when you can’t do it you constantly feel the urge to.  If you are a germophobe, you know what I mean.  After the previous incidents, I intended to be more vigilant about keeping my shirt tags in, but I am forgetful.  Heaven forbid I be able to sit in a relaxed mode for a few minutes; I have to be on the alert 24/7.

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I am a female in my early 40's who has been dealing with OCD since age 10 and a fear of germs since 14.
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One Response to Innocent Bystander

  1. Kris says:

    I can so relate, been in that situation so many times. And I agree with how people slap their hands on the sink. I had someone in my office that used to take things out of the trash can and then come over to my desk to borrow something and it darn near killed me.

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