How do you know it's flu season? Is it the sniffling people weaving through your space like a horde of zombies? The dreaded call from the school nurse that explodes your well laid plans? The feeling when walking into an elevator that you're being swallowed by a pulsing amoeba of viral contagion? Those are all indicators, but the sure sign of flu season is the proliferating presence of Purell squirt bottles. Even the Chinese Garden is not immune to this harbinger of mucus and paranoia.
Like a gnome perched on a giant porcini mushroom, the Garden's Purell sits on a brown cabinet hulking in the garden's entrance. Sphinx-like, it dares you with its deadly riddle: "Do you feel lucky ... punk? Well if you do, then walk on by without a squirt."
Most people do walk on by, and they, along with their germs, survive.
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