When did snot rocketing become acceptable in public?! Seriously. I mean sure, if you're swimming or perhaps skiing in Antarctica or in the privacy of your own trailer, by all means...but in the middle of the morning on a public sidewalk before a cup of coffee....absolutely not.
I had just left the optician in the middle of town and out of my 20/20 vision I see this cute little old man walking along the sidewalk, each of us minding our business. I tend to think little old men are adorable and this one was no different, until the cute little old man became, just...well..., a man.
We are walking and as I glance over for no particular reason I catch him full on SNOT ROCKETING onto the sidewalk and possibly the innocent little Fiat next to him. Scurrying to wipe whatever nastiness was swinging from his nose, and then wiping his hands on his jacket like a little kid I stopped in my tracks and did the only thing I could think of. Bend over laughing in girly hysterics screeching EEEEWWWWW while trying not to stare DIRECTLY at him. I could not believe it.
He had been caught green handed. I doubt he had any Purrell and there certainly weren't any sinks around. When we got to the next intersection I was sure to push the crossing button before he could get his germs on it and we went our separate ways.
Auf wiedersehen Boogie Man.
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