What, exactly, does it mean when you blow your nose, your ear goes *poink* and the world goes pear-shaped?
There I was, minding my own business (and battling a cold) at a stoplight. I blew my nose, and suddenly I thought I was drunk. (And had a fondue fork in my ear.) Shit was spinning, the light post started going wavy, and I halfway expected to see Wayne and Garth on the sidewalk doing the finger thing and going “doodly-oo doodly-oo doodly-oo…” (and if you get THAT reference, my friends, let me be the first to welcome you to being old.) Frankly, it was a damn good thing that the light stayed red for the duration of the freak-out spell, becuase yanking my car into the bushes in an attempt to keep it between the (wavy) lines seems like it could have been a problem.
I love cold season.