Dear Sick Dude on Muni

It's true that at the time, you and I may have failed to notice one another, there on that train last Friday or thereabouts, but your cold germs definitely found me, SDoM, as surely you knew was likely to happen, and I just thought I'd follow up here on the internet to let you know that your decision to ride a crowded Muni train last week while in the throes of a contagious illness was definitely appreciated by me, here in day six of sinus hell. You were so contagious in fact that you sickened both me AND my pal Scott, each of us missing a day of work with our respective corporate employers in two different states, and have further caused at least one of us to experience the dreaded Sudafed-induced "cotton head" at a much-anticipated metal show.

I am sure that whatever you did that day instead of staying home on your couch was worth the wrecked metal shows, missed workdays, and inflamed nostrils endured by your victims and I don't want you to lose any sleep thinking you made the wrong choice by passing up that sick day to ride around San Francisco on a crowded bus while wheezing virulent viral particles onto innocent healthy citizens. It was ultimately the right choice considering all the things you accomplished that day instead of resting.