Aller-GEEZ.

You don't stand a chance against my allergy sneezes. They stealthily creep up on you, and then they blast a gust of 100 mph wind, backwashed pollen, and a fine mist of snot right back at you. If you see me making a weird motion with my lower lip and bottom chin, I am simply scratching the roof of my mouth with my tongue. If my tear ducts look like they are going to overtake my schlera, well, they just may.

I thought I'd let you know.