Yeah me too.
Unless it’s a particularly runny bit of snot, then I wipe it on my sleeve or the sofa
Yeah me too.
Unless it’s a particularly runny bit of snot, then I wipe it on my sleeve or the sofa
I always wake up with a runny nose. I go to bed with a Kleenex by the bed.
I use that Kleenex more than once throughout the night.
I am okay with this.
I’m not going to have four or five Kleenex in a pile on my nightstand when a single Kleenex does the job.
If I have a horrendous cold, I will use and dispose of the Kleenex as necessary…if there isn’t any more real estate on said Kleenex you gotta get a new one…but seriously? For the average sneeze? A mild runny nose? A Kleenex is like half the size of a “man’s handkerchief.” What’s wrong with using it til the real estate runs out?
I dunno. This, to me, is like saying you should change your tampon every thirty minutes, because the first one “got something on it.” It’s just silly.
And IMHO, a tampon and its contents are way more gross than a handkerchief.
And what of the lady who flirtatiously drops her handkerchief for a gentleman to pick up and return to her?
We would hope that she did not get things mixed up, and dropped an unused one. And of course it’s fine for him to return the clean item right away.
Now, if she accidentally dropped one that had been seeing active duty, then…ewww.
So it’s like men leaving something at the apartment to ensure that they see the woman again?
All I know is my father was conditioned in childhood to always carry a handkerchief, and I think he is now completely unable to not have one with him. His father charged him a nickel if he was found without a handkerchief. :eek: (He also never goes without shoes or slippers when afoot. My bro and I weren’t allowed to report for dinner without slippers on.)
Yep, that’s what ensures that Pop rarely has to use the aforementioned everpresent handkerchief. We refer to him as the rabid goose as he honks his way through showertime.
:: puts hand up:: What? You’re in the process of washing anyway, and all that glorious steam!
In a book I read (by Richard Condon, I think,) the hero always carried two monogrammed handkerchiefs. His father had taught him to do that in case he had to offer one to a lady. He’s seduced by a woman of mystery and power after he gives a handkerchief to the lady. Later she sets his handkerchief in a drawer, next to one with his father’s initials on it.
Putting it back in your pocket is pretty gross. Instead, I’ll walk up to someone I don’t know, open the used hankerchief and say “Dude, look.”
Even with Kleenex I often blow and stick it back into my pocket when there are no waste cans nearby. So sticking snot back into one’s pocket isn’t exclusive to hanky users.