Walking Disease Spreaders

They never cover their mouths. They come in sneezing and hacking. They are germ-mobiles, and I am stuck with them They are walking disease-spreaders she hissed. Not in a whisper, but more like a low voice the six-year-olds could hear. I stare at her, wondering if there is anything she likes about teaching I spray their desks and their hands with hand sanitizer, she tells me. I keep away from the coughers and the sneezers as much as possible. One of them came up and threw up on her shoe while we were talking. I had to bite my tongue so it would not laugh with abandon.