We've been having problems with our garage door opener not working properly. Yesterday, the repairman came and fixed it. The only issue is that he touched our garage door opener with very dirty (visibly dirty) hands. I have been avoiding touching it since then. When my husband found out about it this afternoon, he touched it, then rubbed his hands on his face, and then put his hand on my shoulder. I have since touched it too. It didn't kill me.
This afternoon we did a little shopping. When we pulled into a parking lot, we noticed that there were several men gathered around an open sewer cover, doing some sort of work. I, of course, got instantly anxious about this, and mentioned that I was concerned that something would blow out of the sewer and all over our car. My husband mentioned that it was too bad there were no closer parking spaces next to the open sewer, because he would have moved our car over there. He did do the next best thing, however. When we came out of the store, he put his arm around my shoulder and led me next to the men and the open sewer. We must have looked pretty funny, because my husband was slightly pushing me next to the sewer and I was slightly pushing him back to get away from the sewer.
Also, there was water around the parking lot close to the sewer and we had to walk near it to get to our car. Of course, I was wearing flip-flops. In the end, we walked by, nothing shot out at us, and we got in our car and drove home. I'm starting to think that my hubby is taking this CBT coaching thing a little too seriously. : )