I picked up a slight cold on the trip last week to Seattle. I’m not sick enough to stay home, and there’s more than enough work that if I did, I’d get even sicker catching up. It also twists my sense of humor a little.
Coworker 1: Have a cold?
Me: Oh, thanks for the offer, but this one’s good enough.
Coworker 2: Are you sick? You look terrible.
Me: Oh, good; I’d hate to feel this bad and have it be my little secret…
(HT to Col. Sherman Potter for the last one.)