So after the fireworks died down this weekend, I woke up with a gnar cold. Aching, sneezing, coughing, stuffy head, all the symptoms you’d find on a Nyquil label. Then I get to work this morning and find out that Dave, Farah, Benjie, Maria, and Pat all got hit up the same day with the outbreak. While we all mope around the office like drunk zombies, we collectively determined that Vito was the root of all evil. Patient Zero over here is the only one who was sick last week, and infected us all with his Vietnamese monkey virus.
I hate Vito.