Lady: I'm a germaphobe!
Janitor: What?
Lady: The reason I don't want to hold hands is that I'm a germaphobe. Specifically a hand-specific germaphobe.
Janitor: Huh.
Lady: My therapist thinks that part of the reason I'm attracted to you is that you clean germs for a living. And you're a dead ringer for my dad--whatever, anyway. Look, I've never told
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