Bring some tissues to the table, please.
Foxwoods, last weekend. Guy across the table starts tilting his head back, his head is going crazy, and his nose starts to wrinkle up. He's looking frantically around for something, waving his hands, and finally, after about twenty seconds, sneezes right onto the felt. Not into his hands, not off the table, not on the lady to the left of him who loves to raise any hand that looks pretty, but onto the felt, onto his chips, and onto his hand.
Bring some tissues to the table, please.
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