Infection

How it spreads! I didn't even know I was infectious four years ago. A few hours of wild abandon had consequences I hadn't imagined.

It happened on a management offsite meeting about four years ago. I wasn't drunk but quite a few of my colleagues were showing signs of dramatic inhibition reduction. You know it's a night for letting your hair down when you see a senior manager demonstrating Irish dancing. You have further confirmation when said manager announces: "Oi'm completely fooked".

I shan't go on to describe the sordid details of the night's entertainment (because to tell the truth I'm a bit hazy on them myself). I'll summarise by saying that the disease I carried was contracted by a visiting manager and carried over to the USA where, in the course of time, her daughter succumbed to it. Now, four years later, it is starting to dominate that daughter's life. The visiting manager told me so last night over a meal.

Don't you hate it when I talk in deliberately vague terms? You've heard me do it before, so you know that I'm not talking about some lascivious activity that the text seems to imply when taken at face value. You're probably thinking, "Come on, Virge. We know you're not going to talk about yourself scandalously spreading a real disease. You may be warped, but you wouldn't do something like that."

Well, if you're going to be so smart and tell me what I will and won't do, then you can tell me what it was that I spread. Go on, smarty.