The pantry cabinets in the home I grew up in were stupidly deep. I had emptied out all of the cans, bottles and boxes to wipe the shelves. Almost like crawling into a tunnel, I had climbed onto a chair and was bent over, half in-half out, reaching into the back with the rag when I felt a sneeze.

It was one of those delicious sneezes that comes out of nowhere. There is the split second of tickling in the nostrils as it climbs up and out. A sneeze you can’t stop even if you wanted to.

AAA-CHOO!

My head jerked forward and smacked my face into the cabinet.

The fat and bloodied lip was spectacular!