What got me thinking of this;
The other day I saw my very first adult person eat a booger. He was a taxi driver and we were parked next to each other at a stop sign. I was stopped a few feet further back than he but I could clearly see the man (probably in his 50’s) attemting to make a nasal withdrawl with his left pointer finger. After completing the task (successfully) he proceeded to make an oral deposit. There was definitely some chewing going on in the manner of what you would see if you were to watch someone eat sunflower seeds. You know the routine, how you try to work the seed into a position where you can split the shell with your teeth and then remove the nutty goodness and work the remaining shell parts to the front of the mouth to be expelled. < That’s what this guy was doing with the booger. I gagged. And I almost gagged again just typing that.
Now, what I’d like to know is the following;
Do you tell someone if they have a booger visible in their nose?
A crumb on the cheek?
A whitehead about to burst?
A stain on the pants/shirt of dubious origin?
Does it matter if the person is a co-worker or a friend? Or a stranger?
Have you walked around all day with a problem and wished the first person who noticed it had said something? Or would you prefer to think it only appeared moments before you yourself noticed it?
Share your tales of bodily excreta and associated dangleage or stainage.
I think I posted this in a now defunct thread, but way back when I was in high school, I was taking the SATs and was seated in the row behind a guy that was a walking zit farm. And I’m not talking little ones, either. His zits had zits and some of the heads, I swear, were the size of the end of my little finger.
During the course of the test, two of them on the back of his neck blew out. The first one wasn’t too terribly bad, but the second looked like someone stomped on a tube of red and white toothpaste. It grossed enough people out to where one got physically sick.
I had a guy come to me with a purulent eruption on his thigh. I cleaned it up, lanced it properly, and pulled out a bullet. He swore he didn’t know it was in there. He did admit he had been shot at several years earlier, but didn’t think he’d been hit.
Obviously he had been hit, and the bullet finally rose to the surface.
A friend of mine was in a motorcycle accident years and years ago–got a MAJOR case of road rash. To this day, he still has little bits of gravel coming up like zits.
Okay, I’m sometimes pretty oblivious to what’s going on around me, but I think I’d notice if I got shot. It just seems like that’s the kind of thing that would demand your attention.
A few minutes ago I gave a little cough and a tonsolith came flying out and splattered on my monitor. It’d be gross enough if I was at home, but I’m at work.