Me: [cough, sniff, snuff] You know, guys, if I’m still feeling like this and coughing all over the place, I don’t think it makes sense to go to the client meeting tomorrow. They don’t want me there coughing on them, and I sure don’t want to be sitting up in the room like Typhoid Mary.
Them: Sounds good.
20 minutes later, I hear a knock on my office door: “Hey, I really need you to be at that meeting tomorrow, actually.”
Me: “Um, but I don’t want to be coughing all over the place, remember.”
“Take a cough suppressant.”
I am technically the boss of the person who said that. Seriously.