Antihistamine

I think I am allergic to you, not to your dog.
No, I won't let you both lick me "so we can find out for sure."

Things, Some

• Something about I love you. For like ever.
  
• Something about thank you. I think.
  
• Something about the international sign for: I am allergic to this.
  
• Something about pantomiming dying.
  
• Something about the death of pantomime, not a wordless action for death.
  

Backseat Shooter: Tissue? I Don't Even Know You

So if someone gets into your cab – drunk, and surly – and they’re about to light a cigarette, they’re careful to mind your allergic condition?

Rather than sharing your medical history, you could have added: “IT'S ILLEGAL.”

I hailed a cab last night, for the fun of it

And a whole new ethics of interaction was born.

Hailing a cab in this mess was sort of like voluntarily hopping into a roving dinner party wherein the guests are all strangers and the host is the mediator who must vet routes and deal with grumblings because Passenger 2 doesn't want to sit next to Passenger 1, and Passenger 3 thinks the best route would be to go all the way uptown before going to Brooklyn, and Passenger 4 is allergic to dairy and wants to keep talking about his hernia.

Kiss of death

I am allergic to cats.
So don't kiss your cat and then kiss me.

Also, pets are gross.
So, if you kiss your cat, I probably don't want to kiss you anyway.