There’s a time and a place…
I stop at the pedestrian crossing, waiting for the cars to let me across.
Finally, a car slows to a stop.
I look up at the driver, preparing myself to cross, ensuring that he has, indeed, stopped.
Lovely.
He’s picking his nose.
Common occurance I suppose. Nosepicking’s not exactly that rare. I myself can be partial to a good pick, sometimes it needs to be done. But, you know, I try to do it in privacy. In the bathroom for example.
In the car? Come on. I know it feels safe and secure. You’re sealed off from the world.
But let’s not forget that you’re surrounded by windows! A good many of them! You can see a lot around you. Which means a lot of people can see you. Picking your nose.
I cross the road, looking up again as I reach the middle.
Oh my.
No, he didn’t.
Did he?
The finger that was previously deeply wedged within the left nostril had been withdrawn. And put in his mouth.
Horrid, absolutely horrid. I mean, what on earth possesses someone to do that?
“Hey, look at this massive clump of dried snot I managed to dislodge from my upper nostril! Cool! What should I do with it? Hrmmm… I am rather peckish….”
Or,
“I bet that tastes good!”
You know it won’t. Seriously. It’ll taste disgusting. And I doubt it’ll have nutritional benefits, let alone satisfy any hunger pangs.
The only reason I can think of is sheer curiosity. Monkeys do the same thing, investigating their bodies and so forth.
Monkeys also sling their poo at intruders.
Don’t take lessons from monkeys. Don’t pick your nose and eat it in public. Don’t fling your poo.
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Adey Ben, 2 months without a post is terrible. Get moving!!!!!
yojoe What about Missile Pops?
Shannon OMG. Check it out… http://mudhead.uottawa.ca/~pet e/beard.html
Ben A singular beer won’t quite cut it. But you’re on the right track…
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I feel gross enough without that stunning imagery… ta
Stunning imagery makes everything way cooler.
People always forget they aren’t the only ones in the world. Was he looking right at you or pretending you weren’t there?