It's no secret that if you're strapped for a tissue or really just don't care about hygiene, you've probably picked your nose while driving. No jugements here, just a friend with a tale of her own. Well, this one is for you, friends. Enjoy this story about other drivers who pick their noses too.
Dear person next to me picking their nose in traffic,
You don't think anyone sees you. You look around, apprehensively, wondering if anyone is looking from their car windows at you while you sit in 5 PM traffic like always. I see you scan the cars, while I pretend not to notice, and you don't see my lingering eyes on you as you then reach right up with your index finger and dig for gold nuggets in your nostril without a care in the world.
What happened next, dude? Where did that booger go? What did you do with it? Did you have a napkin hidden away in your car, or did you throw it on the floor? I will never know, and that question will haunt me forever. If only I could ask you where did that booger go?!
And then, you carried on like it was nothing. You checked yourself in the rear view mirror, sniffed up any lingering particles, and went on your way. I'll always remember you, snot man.
Don't get me wrong, we all pick our noses. I admire you for being so bold in your search for gold while waiting in traffic. Sometimes I wish I could be that dedicated, but I prefer tissues. So, carry on! Pick your nose with pride! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise!
And now, to end my letter on nose-picking, I give you a joke from my father:
"I thought it was a booger, but it's snot!" LOL (read it out loud). Get it? Get it?
Sincerely,
The girl in the car next to you
