"Yep," I said absently from my chair.
Then I sneezed three times. I often sneeze at work. Maybe a little too often.
I got up and walked over to the side of my cube that separates me from my boss, poked my head above the partition and said, "Sometimes I think I have that incurable nose cancer that Scully got on 'The X-Files' and that's why I sneeze so much."
She looked up at me.
"Well, probably," she said, stifling a smile. Then she continued: "Or it could be that this office is full of dust and recirculated air, like an airplane. But it's probably the cancer."
I nodded. Scully never suspected a thing, either....