“Jesus, David, how am I ever going to shower again? Is that what this is? Are you trying to tell me you have a thing for stink? I mean, the walls I can avoid; the curtain, sure; but the head? I can’t avoid that. What am I going to do now?”
“Germs are what your immune system thrives on,” David said, speaking faster to match my hysteria. “Like the flu shot, they —”
“That’s why I don’t get the flu shot,” I shrieked.
David cracked a smile. I’d been wrong. This was sadism. “You’re evil,” I said. He offered me a piece of cheese and did not seem surprised when I refused to take it. “Just for that, I’m going on a shower strike,” I warned. “You think that cheese is funky? Just wait.”
David laughed and called my bluff. “Go ahead...won’t bother me. If anything, you’ll be building up your immunity.”