parking garage and I had a ticket I had gotten when I entered. Upon leaving the garage later, I drove up to the booth to pay for my parking. I handed the woman my ticket. You would have thought I had handed her a dead mouse. She gave the most distressful look and came out of the booth and walked to the front of my car and began to scrape the ticket on the curb, maintaining the frenzied look of total disgust. I still had no idea what in the world had happened. When she felt satisfied she had scraped the ticket enough times on the curb, she, never losing her look of total disdain for my very existence, reluctantly returned to her booth and then she said to me, "Please, next time, don't leave your snot all over the ticket."

I immediately remembered that upon driving up the booth I had sneezed. I was not aware that a projectile of that event had landed on the underside of my parking ticket or I never would have handed it to her. I paid for the parking and quickly departed.