I was out to dinner with my bf the other night when we noticed a woman hacking loudly every five seconds or so. This is a phenomenon that I'd encountered previously, on Valentine's Day at Nobu. The overtly sick restaurant patron is an interesting social experiement if you're sitting far enough away to not get ebola, or whatever is being doled out in the air around him or her.
Their dates were invariable hunched over and shifty-eyed, looking more embarrassed than empathetic. And the people seated at the next table over tried in vain to lean away from the offending eater/cougher.
Pretty funny if you can see it; pretty lousy if you are in the way.
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Makes me wanna hack some up from deep down inside.
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