I once worked in an office that reminded me of a pond after a storm, with the air regularly punctuated by the croaks of moist frogs. But the office sounds were of the gross variety, as they were of uncovered coughs and sickening, salivary-scented open sneezes.

With the coronavirus outbreak at pandemic levels, the global governmental push for better public hygiene lends legitimacy and structure to my amorphous, personal irritation about people sharing the contents of their oozing airways.