I paused, considering my first move.
But then the moment passed and I realized I wasn't infected with Rage. I was just grossed out.
So I completed the transaction.
Of course, I might simply be resistant. Perhaps, over time, the virus will overtake me and then, at my next day at work, I'll start making strange noises and grunt at the customers. And then, savagely, I will feast!
Feast I say!
On the paperwork that inspires such Rage in me.
The horror ....