They fall out of MY nose too! You bet your ass I have NEVER EVER served anyone a booger sandwich, nor is my wall or desk or anything covered with them. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
It reminds me of when I was a teen - I went to see my cousin (in India) and all over on every wall, were these huge smear marks of where the girl had killed and smushed mosquitoes. HUGE marks, and they covered every inch right up to as high as the girl could reach. WTF???
Haha! Oh my, well if the girl was young, she has a bit more of an excuse than a grown woman, yes?
An update, by the way. I have invited my friend OUT to eat lunch with me today and I will try to gently alert her to my concern. I’m off now, but I will return and let you all know how it goes - thank you for the courage!
As to my cousin, I kind of wish her DAD had said something. Good luck with your friend. I meant to ask, was the rest of her house neat and clean other than the boogers?
Part of being this early in a friendship is that it means you’re not risking a friendship of long standing by telling her the truth.
Excuse me, but that’s all for now. I need to go scrub my brain, so I can stop imagining her house and that sandwich.
Just tell her, “Sorry, gotta boogie.”
I once knew a person who would constantly peel dead skin off his feet and drop it behind the furniture. If you moved anything away from the wall, there were little snowdrifts all along the baseboards.
shudder
There ought to be a puke smiley.
How did you find it? Did you open the sandwich up? Why?
Not that I wish you hadn’t, but I’d never open and inspect a sandwich someone had given me.
Something is wrong with her.
At least he didn’t serve them up in a sammich.
Please keep us informed.
[edit: never mind about my question; I see it was answered)
Booger sandwich! God, the words “booger sandwich” keep coming to mind and I just CAN’T stop laughing. I’m on the public desk, too. Booger sandwich!
Well, lunch went horribly.
We had only just sat down and I was trying to think of a way to broach the subject when I saw a booger on the sleeve of her cardigan. After our orders were taken and the waiter went away, I motioned to the sleeve and said, “You’ve got a little something there…”
She looked at it, shrugged.
I said, “Well, actually I saw some at your house too… the other day…”
She said, “Are you judging me?”
I said no no, of course not, and before I could finish my sentence, she laid into me by saying I was just like every other rude person out there, I had no right to judge her, and she apparently hopes I die alone somewhere. She stormed out of the restaurant and left me with the bill.
Wow, what a snotty reaction.
Wow, that is pretty horrible.
But look at it this way: You’ve saved yourself from some nutty drama in the future.
#1: why are you pursuing a friendship with this person in the first place?
#2: yes, you are judging her.
#3: you do have a right to judge her. You have a right to judge anyone and everyone. Why is she special?!
#4: you don’t need that shit. Consider yourself lucky the crazy exposed itself early, long before you got too deep into the shit (or snot in this case) to get out.
Just forget her! Obviously she knows what she’s doing and likes it. Don’t even sweat it - she’s totally not worth it. I mean, what a defensive reaction - obviously people have said stuff before.
Haha, well I’m not pursuing it anymore… what an ordeal.
This. :smack:
That was the impression I got… Sigh, but yes, I have plenty of friends who are much more in touch with reality, I don’t think I’ll be visiting her again.
Yes!
But… yes, it was quite a scene.
This thread reminds me of the guest towel thread (that I think has been deleted, not sure). The poster’s mom would have friends over and one of them was morbidly obese and would use a towel to wipe herself in lieu of toilet paper. The guest would then fold the towel back up and put it back in the linen cabinet.
At least it wasn’t boogers.