Yum-o-licious
I am not sure which is grosser. Was is it the time I watched a colleague who sat across from me, back during my newspaper days, scrape his front teeth with his nails, inspect the gunk, then eat it? Or was it today when I watched the businessman in the taxi cab next to mine continually pluck hairs out of his nose and eat it? Not really sure.
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Those weren’t hairs he was “plucking”… I think you caught the opening up of a new emerald mine!
I was once walking on my college campus, where a driver stuck in traffic was just sitting there completely oblivious to the fact that he could be seen by others rooting about his nose for boogers. It was if he thought that just because he couldn’t hear the outside world that we couldn’t see him — like as if he had accidentally driven the wrong car to work that day and forgotten that he didn’t have ultra-dark tint on his windows anymore.