Nose Goblins

Katie and I made a trip to the local Sonic Wednesday night where we happened upon a special type of person, the nose picker.

We were in the drive thru, waiting at the window for our order to be handed out to us. I look directly in front of me at the guy who is parked in the space closest to us, and I notice that he's knuckle deep in his left nostril. I watched for a second in disbelief, then told Katie to have a look.

He stopped right before she shot a glance at him, and she said "Oh, he was probably just rubbing his nose". How naiive. If I didn't know better, I would've thought he was trying to touch the bottom of his brain to see whether it was squishy.

Then, to my delight, he started again, and I reached over and grabbed Katie's arm, pointed to him and said "Look, his finger is IN his nose". I got no further argument from Katie this time, because he had extracted a small object from his nose, and was examining it very closely. He then began the roll and flick maneuver, putting his hand casually outside his window, rolling his middle finger and thumb around until he had properly shaped his new prize.

All Katie could say after witnessing this unabashed public nose picker was, "He's gonna eat with those hands".