Last night, Tracey and I went to see Tan Dun conduct an orchestra at Emirates Palace. Now, I could tell you about how wonderful it was; how the sound was pristine; how I was proud of myself for not falling asleep until the fourth and final piece of the show (there is nothing more glorious than giving yourself permission to fall asleep in the middle of a classical music concert); or how I have imposter syndrome when I go see shows like this, as if this young, Oklahoma boy doesn’t belong at one of these fancy-schmancy affairs…but I’m not going to talk about that.

I’m going to talk about the little girl who sat next to Tracey who had a disgusting wet cough.

Now, I didn’t notice this cough, nor did I notice the girl. She was sitting beside Tracey, but not me. I didn’t hear her coughing or anything. But during intermission, Tracey leaned over to me and said, This girl is sick! Really sick.