A terrible wave of germaphobia is spreading across the world, and all of it can be blamed on “Contagion,” the new thriller starring Matt Damon.
The frightening movie deals with a random virus that becomes an epidemic. It is spread by coughing and touching moist hands to the handrail on the bus, or to poker chips, and then to the face.
“Don’t touch your face,” warns one of the epidemiologists in the movie, saying the average person touches his or her face several thousand times a day.
Naturally, no one listens. Instead, the fools brazenly touch their faces with their moist hands. And soon, about a gazillion people are dead or dying, including Damon’s co-star, Gwyneth Paltrow.
The terrifying thing is that scientists have said that it’s all so very plausible, and they may be correct. Random animal saliva combinations, face touching, and pretty soon, the piles of the dead rise like those of the Black Death.
While all this is scary enough, it’s obvious that scientists may have missed the one place in the modern world most impacted by “Contagion.” It’s that desk nearest the washroom.
Some office desks look out on gorgeous landscapes. Others gaze upon the Acropolis or the Eiffel Tower or the architectural wonders of a big city. But some look out on a view of a door with a sign that says: “Men.”
By my calculations, there are millions of innocent humans sitting at desks near the washroom. Nobody wants to sit there, but there they sit, potential victims of the new germaphobia.
And though the white-lab-coat- wearing epidemiologists at the World Health Organization and at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention probably don’t have the guts to tell you, I’ll tell you. That desk near the washroom? It has a name.
Desk zero.
Desk zero is a horrible place. Those of us who’ve survived sitting there should be allowed to wear commemorative T-shirts, with some catchy yet ironic and mocking phrase.
But perhaps it’s not depressing for everyone. It’s probably an amazing place to sit, if you happen to be a nerdy anthropologist studying the behavior of germaphobes.
“And we get to see it, or hear it,” sighed another woman sentenced to sit near desk zero. “We hear things. Sounds.”
The habitues of desk zero can easily spot the true germaphobe.
The true germaphobe makes thumping sounds inside the washroom. Rather than touch anything on the way out of the water closet, they often thump the doors with their hips or knees, then stick the toe of a shoe in the opening, or elbow, working it until they can escape and thus avoid certain death.
You’d be surprised to know how many people use their feet in a bathroom, rather than touch anything with their hands. But the worst thing is that random pile of moist paper towels near your leg.
According to innocent victims who sit near desk zero, many germaphobes wash their hands and dry them with paper towels. Then they grab another, fresh towel, and use this to grasp the door handle, lest they touch anything. Obviously, this “fresh” towel has trace amounts of moisture.
Then the germaphobes exit the washroom, with the moist towel in their hand. And what do they do? Do they take the towel to their own desks? No.
“I’ve tried to hide my wastebasket,” said one victim. “But they come out of the washroom with those towels in their hands, and they find it. I try to say that it’s not a public wastebasket, that it’s my desk wastebasket, but you know, people don’t listen.” They don’t listen, do they? The only surefire way to make them listen is to shoot them in the neck with a Taser, and then yell “Pow! Pow!” as they writhe and scream on the floor. But you might get in trouble with human resources.
So as “Contagion” sells tickets and makes millions at the box office, piles of moist towels grow under desk zeroes everywhere, and who knows what’s growing in the darkness of the wastebaskets. Not even Matt Damon knows.
