Like many people, I suffer from seasonal allergies. Not only are the symptoms a giant pain in the ass, it’s also tough to discern whether or not I have a cold. And it doesn’t help that I moved to a state where pollen runs rampant in the air. As I prepare myself with tissues, a neti pot, and Claritin, I’m grateful that at the very least, I don’t play any wind instruments, making this an unlikely scenario for me:
I’ll just be that guy who left the audience to blow his nose in the bathroom using half a roll of toilet paper.