And the guy in the cube across from me is a chainsmoker.
And he has what sounds like one nasty cough.
And every now and then (entirely too often if you ask me) he starts hacking up a lung.
Then he spits any phlegm into a paper cup which he leaves on his desk all day, til he leaves.
Makes me want to wookie, yak, wommit, barf, and all that.