My poor abused sinuses
Phil has a thing for fresh-cut flowers. He buys them at the supermarket and takes them to work to brighten up his cubicle. That's great if you like flowers. I would like them too if it weren't for one thing: pollen. I am extremely sensitive to pollen. Half the time, I can barely stand the time in the car when we take the flowers home, then to work the next day.
Well, I get home from Fiesta, and Phil has several vases of fancy daisy/mum things sitting right next to my desk. They sit there, releasing their evil pollen right into my nose. D'oh! No wonder I've had swollen, drippy sinuses ever since I got home. The flowers are somewhat wilted today. They are going! I'm tired of this shit.
Well, I get home from Fiesta, and Phil has several vases of fancy daisy/mum things sitting right next to my desk. They sit there, releasing their evil pollen right into my nose. D'oh! No wonder I've had swollen, drippy sinuses ever since I got home. The flowers are somewhat wilted today. They are going! I'm tired of this shit.