You're like a goods train
running through my mind
The old man running the train didn't speak english, but he understood pretty well. I bought the Kid one of those little train whistles, which tickled him to no end. Only, we couldn't figure out how to work it, so I asked the old man, "Do I need to take out these plugs?" He grabbed the previously wrapped train and PUT IT IN HIS MOUTH to demonstrate. Then handed it back to me.
I just stood there, horrified. EW. I am slightly germ phobic, and this creeped me out. I didn't want to be rude and be all, "give me a new one." But I didn't exactly want to put that thing in my mouth or the Kid's, either.
So now here we are at home. I washed that thing a billion times but I still am creeped out. Should I throw it away? It's such a waste but it was only $1.50. I think I wanna go buy him a new one. A new non-saliva-ed-by-an-old-man clean train whistle. EW.