Last weekend Jeremiah and I went bowling with some friends. As we walked into the bowling alley one of them said, "Now, after you touch the bowling balls, don't touch your face!" Then she went on to explain that she had watched a news segment where someone had tested public surfaces for bacteria. The results showed that the finger holes of bowling balls contained copious amounts of bacteria. Makes sense since you never spray Lysol in your bowling ball before or after bowling, right?
So as we started to bowl, my fingers started itching. I mentioned it to Jeremiah and our neighbor overheard us. "Oh, are you a germaphobe? he asked.
Before I had a chance to answer Jeremiah chimed in, "No, she's a suggestaphobe."
I am very affected by the power of suggestion. At least now I have a diagnosis. Too bad no one suggests that I'm rich.
But there is good news: I out-bowled Jeremiah by 30 in our 2nd game, thankyouverymuch!