My Dad Should Have Been A Doctor

I've elaborated much here before about my father's torturing of the English language, he does it unintentionally but it turns out pretty hilarious at times. This post is a perfect example of this.   Anyhow, whilst I was hacking my innards up via the drama cough the past week or so, my Dad hands me a cough drop... a Ricola cough drop. 

He drops it in my hand.


Looks me square in the eye.


And says....

"Here, try this.  That's an E Coli right there.  They really work."


I went into a coughing spasm of course.