Paranoid

I was seated behind a man with skin disease ("thy ko" - forgot what it's called in English) on my ride home. I didn't noticed it initially. As the journey began, the man seated in front of me reclined his chair. When he did that, his dead skin flakes fell all over me. I didn't think much of it. He then kept adjusting the pillow that was provided. Whenever he did that, more of his dead skin flakes landed on me. It was when he was fidgeting around, adjusting his pillow that I noticed he had skin disease. I started to worry. Would I be infected by him? I was wearing a long sleeved top with a rather big neckline. His dead skin flakes started to gross me. I quickly reached into my bag to grab my sweater, which has a higher coverage and a hoodie. That man adjusted his pillow again. It was like snow falling onto my pants( which was black and that's why it was visible to me that those white spots which were not there earlier started to multiply). Because my top was light coloured, I couldn't tell whether there are dead skin flakes on them. I hastily put on my sweater. Another gush of dead skin flakes flew towards me. I immediately pulled the hoodie over to cover my nose. That man kept fidgeting, and reclining his chair. Each time he did that, I would inch away ( more like avoid (but that'd was no where to evade) the flying dead skin flakes). Just then my phone rang. There was a message. I bent over and reached for the phone which was in my handbag on the floor. The thought of being closer to that man gross me out. I related the incident to the sender. The sender told me to quickly switch places, but the coach was full. The sender then told me to hold my breath, so that I don't inhale disease laden dead skin flakes. How is that even possible? Anyway, not long after departure, food was being served. That man adjusted his seat back into seating position ( thank god). But that move itself cause snow fall. Eew. Shortly after the meal was served, the drinks were served. I daren't place my drink on the tray. I was holding the cup of hot drink really close to my chest, like some crazy famished person,squirming each time the person in front of me moved. If an accident were to happened, I would have been scald. I soon received another message from sender asking whether I ate. How am I to eat? The thought of eating the rice with additional topping (a.k.a dead skin flakes) really disgusting. That was pretty much how the entire trip went. Kind of paranoid now.

                                                                                 Those white spots are the dead skin flakes. Too bad My phone couldn't capture sharp images of the severity of the snow fall.