Shed hairs. Hair belongs on one’s head, not on the vanity or the bathroom floor. Ewww.
And I’d much rather change a diaper (be it a baby’s, toddler’s, or elderly person’s, and yes I’ve changed all three) than deal with a small child’s runny nose. Even thinking about snotty kids turns my stomach.
I stopped at the store the other afternoon, and witnessed something even worse than bra money - the woman ahead of me in line removed her boot, dumped her money on the counter, grabbed a couple of bucks, and handed them to the poor cashier. I was aghast. Flummoxed. Appalled. My gabber was thoroughly flabbered. Honestly, I stood there for a moment, watching that woman walk out of the store, struck dumb by her complete lack of couth. (And, of course, to give the cashier a minute to use lots of hand sanitizer and to wipe the counter.) Cashier and I agreed that bra money was preferable! (Especially since, based on her license plate, the rubber boots the customer was wearing, and the time of day? Madame Boot Money had almost certainly just left work at a nearby chicken processing plant! So very many eeks!)
Also, birds living inside people’s homes. I have no doubt that many, perhaps most, bird owners keep sanitary homes. And I understand that most other pets present all sorts of sanitation challenges. But birds gross me out, just because.
Years ago I bought several cases of tongue depressors via a close-out sale. Tens of thousands of wooden sticks for maybe seven bucks. I’m still using them today for everything from mixing small cans of paint to eating yogurt. 
I’m grossed out by people in public who stick their finger in their ear, twist their finger around, and then examine what they got out. Judging by the number of times I’ve seen people do this in public, even while talking to someone else, I figure that most people are not as grossed out by this as I am.
Also, Cheez Whiz. I don’t think the colour of it even exists in nature. My dad used to put it on everything, including rice.
Semen, anywhere on or near a public toilet.
I once saw a spritz of it in a urinal…at Disneyland. What kind of creep jerks off into a urinal at Disneyland? Talk about your cognitive dissonance!
When I was in college, I had a summer job where I sat across from someone who would stick her finger in her ear and wiggle it violently back and forth, while making a weird clucking/oinking sound. That was a long summer.
I must live under a rock, because “Turner and Hooch” means nothing to me. However, I’m with you on the general subject. I’m not very fond of dogs, and hate and am revolted by having my face licked by a dog (yes, I know it’s a gesture of affection). I have relatives whom overall, I like very much; and greatly enjoy visiting, except that it involves being subjected to this ordeal inflicted by their two totally out-of-control terriers.
I can’t stand to see someone letting a dog lick them on the mouth. It’s just so disgusting. You’re letting that creature wipe it’s toilet paper all over (or even in shudder) your mouth. When I see it happening, in person or on TV, my stomach lurches and I gag a bit. I have to look away or I will vomit.
Finally. One I know the answer to. Goofy. Or Pluto, I always get those two mixed up.
I hear ya. I worked in a pet store for 6 years. If you can picture it in your head, I’ve cleaned it up.
People? No can do. I can’t handle other people’s bodily fluids.
Cleaning a toilet that men use makes me gag. The urine splatters around the bowl. My husband is kind enough to sit down when at home.
The smell of “small child” grosses me out. Someone once described it as a combination of sour milk and wet mittens.
“Turner & Hooch” is a Tom Hanks movie from 1989. The pic shows the dog at his un-slobberiest. Bring a bucket. Maybe a sponge.
And maybe a hanky for the downer ending.
I feel it depends on the person (obviously) and how good a kisser they are…but that may just be me :).
Food workers touching their hair or wiping their noses.
Teachers dressing up as Trekkies! :eek:
A friend of mine experienced apoplexy when he saw a waitress lick a finger to help her pick up a single coffee filter. Doesn’t everyone do things like that? I had to calm him down. Didn’t bother me a bit, but he’ll probably never order coffee again.
Or Scratching.Their.Butts. :eek: :eek:
I think we once had a thread here asking the question of whether you found it gross when someone licked their finger to turn a page or separate out a piece of paper from a pile.
(For what it’s worth, it doesn’t bother me.)
Amen bro! I get that people love their dogs, but really, you shouldn’t make out with them.
If I tried that trick on some of the folks around here, they’d probably be injured by the weight of the falling crap.
My mom tells of the time she was in a meeting with one of the IT guys. While he was addressing the group, he casually pulled something like a flake of skin out of his ear, inspected it, rolled it into a ball, and placed it in his shirt pocket. I can’t imagine how that didn’t start a mass stampede to the door!