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Ever Noseticed Something?

Okay, so the title might be a bit confusing. It’s supposed to be a combination of “noticed” and “nose,” but I’m not sure if it’s working. Anyway…

I was driving down I-74 today on my way to the airport and I noticed something that I inevitably see whenever I travel. There was a man driving his car, passing me (slow down!), and he was picking his nose! It’s bad enough that I saw it, but I know that he is not alone. Alas, the nose-picking-addicts-who-can’t-even-stop-while-driving are everywhere. I hate them have great concern for them. What is wrong with them that they can’t wait until their destination to pick there nose…perhaps in the privacy of a bathroom. Moreover, what if they got in an accident? Their airbag might shoot out into their hand, lodging their finger into the deepest darkest places in their brain, rendering them dead (or a vegetable…like a rootabaga…isn’t that a fun word? say it over and over). Furthermore, it kind of grosses me out.