Just Pick It!

I was moderately horrified on my into work yesterday. As many of you know I work in an uspscale neighboorhood with some very pretentious people. Sometimes I wonder what the hell they are thinking. As I am walking into work there is a guy sitting on a bench picking his nose. This wasn't some crazy homeless guy, this was an obviously well to do man in his thirties sitting on a bench going to town. . . I mean he had to have been up to his second knuckle his finger was so far up there.

This flashed me back to elementary school and a certain boy named Mickey. Mickey would pick his nose all day long in class and surretitisously eat it.

Oh yes he did!

It isn't like the rest of the world doesn't do it every now and again. Sometimes that is the only way to dislodge that really irritating thing that is making your nose itch, but at least the rest of the world has the decency to A) not eat it and B) go to the damn restroom so we can wash our hands or blow the rest out.

Maybe once one reaches a certain level of comfort in themselves to be able to pick away in public. . .if I ever get there, someone please smack me.

The thing was he wasn't all that circumspect about picking it. He would just stick his finger right on up there and dig away. The only time he would look to see if anyone was watching would be right before he stuck his finger in his mouth to enjoy his gooey treat (how does one spell gooey anyway?).