The receptionist at my work is very ill with some sort of upper respiratory virus, and spent all of yesterday coughing, hacking, and trying to breath through her chest pain. I stopped by her desk mid-afternoon, sniffed the air, and noticed the strong smell of menthol cough drops.
“You smell like a lozenge,” I commented helpfully.
She looked contrite and replied mournfully, “I’m sorry.”
Then I made her drop and give me twenty for having the audacity to be sick.