Heat is faster - you can CATCH Cold!

At the Texaco, Sam had rubbed his tired eyes, right after touching the bathroom door knob, and now he was feeling sneezy. His throat was itchy (as well as his eyes,) and a little dry and he knew a cold was almost inevitable. "Ursula, are you sure you didn't catch anything back at the Texaco?" "Well I didn't shoot any rabbits, if that's what you mean, Sam," she replied. "No, I mean it... did you use the toilet seat?"

"That's a pretty personal question don't you think?" she reproached. Sam blushed... that wasn't what he had meant. "I'm sure you used a hole in a dental dam," he comforted her, "What I meant was, Did you catch a cold too?" "I didn't catch a cold FIRST, to go WITH anything else, Sam, besides which we were hunting, not TRAPPING!"

For the first time in his life, Sam experimented with the pickup's window mechanism. It took time, which he felt he needed, and fresh air swirled about the cabin. As the temperature in the compartment plummeted, he rolled it back up quickly, and preempted any further misunderstanding by volunteering,"Sorry, _I_ shot a rabbit." "_I_ caught a cold back at the Texaco..." he stopped, wondering if he should go on. Her heart softened with understanding, and she reassured him, "Well, I didn't join you in your folly; We''ll have to fix you up!" He stopped wondering if he should go on. There seemed little else to say, and he did not even waste a single syllable further. He pulled over and let her assume the responsibility of driving. Since his bandanna was NOT going to be sufficient, he rooted around and dug out an old soft tee. As they got underway again, Ursula served notice early on the tee. "Kleenex has an Aloe Vera offering that will save you wear and tear on your nose," she began. "That tee will do for the first leg, but if I have MY way, we'll burn it... viruses can survive the wildest extremes of heat and cold and humidity. If you throw away every tissue you blow on, you'll never re-infect yourself. I'll at least have a fighting chance, and I'll not neglect a virgin screwdriver for vitamin C." "Does that REALLY _work_?" he asked. "I don't believe in it enough to overdo it, but it ain't exactly superstition," she replied. "I'm mainly worried about an un-trapped sneeze, particularly in this intimate environment." "What do you want me to do, open the window and sneeze outside? You'll GET cold and _Catch_ cold ANYWAY!" "Now SAMUEL CLEMENTINE the _THIRD_," she rebuked. "You KNOW you can run around stark naked on the Arctic Ice and STILL not catch cold from the weather. The germs incubate on your soft palette, and proliferate in the warmth and dryness of winter heating. You could open the window with _impunity_. What I meant is that the germs will fill a 40 cubic foot space from just ONE sneeze, and one droplet properly applied is all it takes to get me!" Sam knew another way to "get" her, but it involved an exchange of bodily fluids, and was only possible if he began by kissing her, which wasn't likely under these conditions. "Kleenex make their tissues _very_ durable, so sneezes don't tear though very easily," she continued apparently unaware of his mixed feelings. "If you absolutely can't get to one in time, use your elbow to do what you can... you can't rub your eyes or anything ELSE with your elbow." Sam folded his left arm at his short sleeved bare elbow, and regarded it as if he had never seen it before. It was Ursula's turn to blush and she hurriedly added, "either way Sam."