It was a scratch!

I was on the bus today, on my way home after a long day of studying. I noticed a very good-looking man sitting up front and couldn’t help enjoying a little look. Nice suit, leather briefcase, reading a book. Not too shabby. Ooh, no wedding ring! So I’m enjoying my bus ride home, making up a little story about him and me and maybe a Paris honeymoon in the spring…

Then he jams his index finger up his nose and roots around a little.

Ok, gross. But then I think, maybe he’s got a really annoying little booger up there and it’s itching with each breath and he just has to dig it out, in public or not. Nasty, but not completely unforgivable, if there’s a good reason for the booger hunt.

He pulls his finger out, examines it, and then bites the snotty prize off the end of his nail.

:eek:

EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!
Why do I always read these before lunch?
:frowning:

promptly goes to worship the porcelain god

Oh… YE GODS.

(where’s the puking smiley when you need one?)

Normally the only men who do this are those you are married to.

Could be worse. He could have…

er…

could have…

um…hm.

Actually, that’s pretty bad.

So…did you get his number?

It actually could have been worse. He could have whipped it out, and started beatin’ off *with *the booger.

Why in God’s name do I think of things like this?
Regallag the Axe

See, now, I would have done the only socially acceptable thing, and wiped it on the person next to me.

No no. You’re supposed to feel around underneath the chair for an empty spot to stick your booger.
If the entire under-chair is crusty, you’re allowed to stick it on top of another booger. And fabrics are usually better for wiping the slime off.
:eek: :smiley:
Just got back from lunch, and I’m ready to go…