Drama Queen

This morning I drove Mr. P to work as is the usual routine.  Well actually, he drove.  When I drive he turns into a drama queen and life is just more simple when I turn the wheel over to him.  Upon arriving at his place of business, the routine is that he says goodbye and gives me a kiss once I've scootched over to the drivers side and get set up behind the wheel.

This morning however, after kissing me goodbye, he looks up horrified in the realization that he has just kissed me on the lips.  I have a cold. 

Mr. P. did not handle this realization well.  He backed away from the car, wipes his mouth multiple times as he staggers down the street glancing back with that horrified look still etched on his face and then finally turns and spits on the street.  Twice.

Okay, I didn't slip him the tongue or anything.  What's with the spitting? 

You know what I think Mr. P......maybe tonight, just because I care and don't want you to get sick, you should sleep in the tool shed.  That way we can make sure you don't catch anything.