One of the worst things I’ve seen was when I was walking down the sidewalk and the guy in front of me blew his nose all over the sidewalk. I’m talking green snot, at least a pint and a half. Well, maybe not that much, but enough to where it looked like a large, constipated turkey had found sudden relief.
When I lived in NYC, I was once walking on 42nd street by the library, on my lunch hour. Adjoining the sidewalk was a hedge, with Bryant Park on the other side. All of a sudden, I felt what I thought were raindrops. Except that this was a sunny, cloudless day.
When I got to the end of the hedge, I circled around to the other side, and discovered, lying on his back on a park bench, a homeless person with his fly open. I mean **totally **open.
That’s the word I’d have used, though I haven’t conducted such an experiment since I was maybe eight. I’m just going on memory here.
A couple of decades ago, at a dinner-buffet joint, I saw the following: An older gentlemen at a neighboring table, at the conclusion of his meal, removed his dentures, inspected them carefully, and then, with meticulous attention to detail, licked and sucked them clean.
Guh.
One time in college I had this nerdy math TA. He wore glasses, and they must have been too small for his head because he always had red, flaky skin above his ears. One day we had a quiz, and while mulling over one of the problems I looked up…just in time to watch him peel a giant piece of skin from above his left ear. Then, his hand began the inexorable journey toward his mouth. The horror. The horror. For some reason, I could not look away. He brought the piece of skin to his mouth…then suddenly looked directly at me. We both froze. In that fraction of a second, I knew that HE knew that I knew exactly what he was about to do. Words cannot describe that instant. Somehow I managed to gain enough control over my eyeballs to avert them quickly to my paper. I’ll never know what the fate was of that piece of skin. Shudder.
Theres a girl that rides the same bus as I do that has something wrong with her (I’m not sure what - but it’s something, as will soon become apparent).
Everytime she gets on the bus she sits beside someone and strikes up a conversation, which wouldnt’ be too bad, except that at the same time she pulls great huge strings of green snot out of her nose, and sort of collects them in her hand in a little pile. I think she must have a chronic sinus infection, because the amont is huge, and doesn’t seem to diminish over time - it’s like a constant snot production.
She’s the only person that I’ve ever moved from sitting beside. I’m sorry to be mean, but them my fellow bus goers would have to contend with vomit, as well as snot.
We REALLY need a barfing smilie.
Strangers? Strangers?
Does it count if it’s a relative and no one has quite had the gall to call him on it for years?
My father used to pick his ears with his key. Then suck them clean. It wasn’t until about a year ago when he stopped when I said, in front of my mother and sister, “Yanno, Dad, that’s pretty gross.”
They immediately chimed in, but until I mentioned it, it was some kind of open secret.
To give my father is due, he’s stopped doing that. It just took once.
Sometimes people get into habits they don’t think about. A simple word or two, can point out what sort of image they’re presenting.
No, see, he thought that you knew that he was Goldmember!
Well, mine isn’t anywhere near as gross as the previously mentioned ones (oh, my, oh - the humanity), but while in Pizza Hut, my husband and I watched a young girl (8-10, I’d guess) out for pizza with her father. She sprinkled parmesan cheese on her pizza from the communal container on the table, then licked it. I made sure to point it out to our waitperson so she could disinfect it before seating anyone else at that table.
While we’re at it, do we want to share the gross things we do in public? I’m a tooth-sucker. I have never heard feedback on it, and I do try not to do it around other people, but I’m sure I’ve skeeved someone out at some point. 
(You know, cats seem to really like ear wax. But then, all cats are completely insane, so you really can’t go by them.)
Why, oh why, would anyone do this?
My housemate masturbated her dog into a condom, once, to try to breed him to a bitch that wasn’t “in the mood.”
That’s one possible reason. (Not that I watched.)
There used to be a guy in my family who would peel big flakes of dead skin off his feet and drop them behind the nearest piece of furniture. If you pulled the bed out from the wall, it looked like there was a snowdrift along the baseboard.
How was he related to me? Well, he wasn’t blood kin. No, certainly not.
He was just my ex-husband.
Oh God, did everyone else just totally miss this post? I wonder if her husband knew.
I had a teacher in High School who would sit on his desk, facing the class when we took tests and read books in class, just to make sure we were actually doing what we were supposed to be doing and not goofing off. He would regularly dig around in his nose and extract some boogers. Then he’d roll them into a ball and drop them into the trash can. It was disgusting.
Oh and also, there’s this old man who reeks of urine who comes into the store where I work and uses the motorized cart to get around. Also he’s about 350 pounds, and he wets himself when he’s sitting in the cart. Like, every time. It’s disgusting, and thankfully I’m not the one who has to clean it up.
ohhhhh…so now you’re a fancy whore!!!
and…as to some of these responses…
neighbor jerking off canine wins. you get a big vomit bag. fill 'er up.
In high school I had a friend who would feed his own spooge to his dog, or so he told me. The more I look back, the more I wonder why the hell I ever hung out with that guy? Jesus Christ that’s fucked up.
I probably scratch myself too much. It’s all on my head though, particularly my nose.
That’s probably created some misunderstandings I don’t know about. :smack:
dammit, now we’ve got a two pony race…
boy who feeds spooge to dog
vs.
neighbor who jerks off canine
…you know, “man’s best friend” really takes one for the team…
…ahem…TAKES ONE FOR THE TEAM…does that look familiar, miss floozy?
you turned your back on the team!
Many years ago, as my mom and I watched on in disgust, a man on the bus blew his nose, into his hand. Then, he inspected the snotty goodness. Good lord, he filled up his entire hand. He must have had a wicked cold.
Then, as my mom and I watched in shock, he pulled a hanky out of his pocket and wiped his hand. Um, if you had the hanky the whole time, why in the hell did you blow your nose into your hand?
My oldest sister used to bite her toenails. She did this so much that she ended up getting a really bad infection on her big toe. Unfortunatley, my sister is also an incurable scab puller. After she had the infection lanced and it scabbed over, she resumed biting her toenails. Then, as I watched in total disgust, she pulled the scab off - with her teeth. I think she got her punishment for this nasty habit though. Her first husband was totally OCD when it came to his toenails. He had a whole system involving 3 pairs of nail clippers, an ottoman, 5 squares of paper towels, a nail file, a buffer, foot cream, and 3 hours. I actually watched the entire process once. I am still amazed (8 years later) that one person can spend 3 hours cutting their toenails.
Ever get caught in a pick at a light?
I think I just threw up a little.
Well this doesn’t qualify as a stranger but a co-worker none the less.
A little background
This man is 29 years old, just joined the Army, and is the strangest person I have ever met. He always walks around with this blank stare on his face. Interesting . .
Well on at least 4 occasions, I have personally caught him picking his nose and eating it. As if that is not gross enough, on one occassion he was sitting at my computer on a day he was having a particularly bad runny nose. he then decided to sneeze in his hand. I saw this in slow motion. A hand slowly moves up to his nose. The face wrinkles in that ever so sneezey way. BOOOOM A gush of green slimy and chunky substance violently moves into the palm of his hand. Down his hand goes to his ACU pant leg. One wipe and he resumes working on my computer.
So as a 21 year old higher ranking soldier, I was forced to call him out into the hall outside of the office and tell him what I had just seen and tell him that he had to clean off my computer . . yuck . .