You see, Austin is the bearer of many allergens that I reacted to, making my pub experience only slightly less enjoyable due to random fits of sneezing. After a particularly annoy stint, a man leaned over to say, “Bless you.” I smiled and said, “Thank you.” This man, who I later learned is British, told me that I must not say, “Thank you,” or I’ll let the devil back inside. I explained that we Americans didn’t know that … and that’s why we are going to hell. We have the devil inside.
I told Christie, our managing editor, my newly discovered addition to the common superstitious practice, and now make a game of who is harboring the most devils. Which is it? “Thank You,” or no “Thank you”?