Spittle

I think everyone has experienced that awkward feeling when someone you are talking with lets fly with a tiny drop of spittle, that hits you in the face. I must admit if I am the victim in this situation I usually try to pretend it hasn't happened. This takes incredible will power to resist the urge to wipe the germs from your face for fear of letting the other person know they got you. But do they know anyway? Is it the elephant sitting in the corner of the room that no-one is game to mention?
However when I am the spitter, I usually like to get on the front foot and ask the victim if I got them. This way they can say no, regardless and the elephant is gone!

Today I was the victim, amd damn-it if it wasn't the biggest spittle that I have ever seen! Thats right it was so big I saw it coming! And to make matters worse it hit me in the corner of my mouth, right on my lips! I resisted the urge to immediately wipe it away with my hand, and then I had to remember not to stick my tongue out to get rid of it as I would if it was my own saliva. I felt the huge spittle slowly working its way into my mouth! I had to size up the offender quickly. Did they look... diseased? Could I afford to wait until they left before I wiped it away? Fortunately for me, they left quickly. My lips are sore from all the wiping.
Now, like an amputee with phantom pains, I can still feel the spittle even though it has gone. I am infected, will I ever be the same?