“Let me be represented as one who trusts his senses, who thinks he knows the things he sees and feels, and entertains no doubts of their existence.” -- Bishop Berkeley
There *is* a simple solution, you must realize: just provide a pretty bowl of condoms beside it.
Hmmm... odd use of the term "computer monitor." Is this something new and PC? Groan.
Obsessively polish your screen after they touch it--to the point they start to get phobic just watching you.
Ooh, I hate that too.But worse: the sys admin came to my computer once and:1) sneezed into his hands;2) typed on my keyboard; and3) repeat 1) & 2) until Gene is gagging.
I got a better one. The lady packing my FOOD at the market had a terrible cough. She would hack into her hand. She claimed it was only allergies or something when I asked her to stop packing my food. She resumed packing my food TWICE more before she finally understood the sentence: "Can you please stop packing my food?" Then, she went to another line and started packing the food there. I washed everything obsessively when I got home.
Oboy, Margaret, do I ever hear you! Then the time my AC Transit (California) bus driver kept bobbing and weaving and talking to himself.
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