In Which Miss Jill Becomes Susceptible to Swine Flu

A few days ago I was walking down 34th Street and unfortunately, I was behind two very, very slow walkers. I sped up and went for the pass, and as I walked by them I was suddenly assaulted with a facefull of empty shells originating from the mouth of a slow walker. As is logical, I screamed. Then the girl wittily yelled, "That's what you get for being in the line of my fire."