An air full of germs
So a man finishes his run at the gym. Like most gyms it’s freezing inside because of the air conditioning. He goes out to the reception, the temperature difference is quite significant, he immediately starts feeling a chill and before he knows it, there’s a sneeze.
Then another.
And another.
Soon it’s a full on fit. It takes a couple of minutes for them to subside. He feels quite dizzy and exhausted from the ordeal so he sits to gather his breath and mucus from his hands. The receptionist on duty, coughs to signal that despite his display of bacteria he has yet to sign into the gym. The man slowly gets up and goes over to the book to do the needful.
Before he can start, another one makes its presence known. It’s a biggy, he can feel it from the back of his brain and deep within his lungs. Not wanting to mess with the cosmic notions of destiny and fate, he shuts his eyes, turns his head away from the desk and receptionist and let’s it rip.
“Ooaaaahhhh!!!” exclaims a disembodied voice.
The man snaps his eyes open, to his amazement, horror and guilty amusement, a small little old lady stands frozen and covered in his spit and germs. After a few painfully long moments, the man apologises profusely. He wants to leave as soon as possible, he can feel the death stare from the poor old lady and the silent laughter from the receptionist.
But no, he still has to change out of his gym shoes.
He spends the next awkward minutes changing his shoes and cursing the gym -its air conditioning, the receptionist with his stupid grin and its annoying but needful rules.
Finally, with his shoes changed, the man jumps up and leaves as fast as possible. As he rushes away, he can’t help but wonder about the causal effects of karma.