Why am I cursed?
Twice in the past two days I've been stuck in the left turn lane, in front of disgusting people. I don't go out of my way to stare at them, but they had me mesmerized, simply by their lack of couth.
Yesterday on my way home from work, I was waiting at a light and glanced in my rear-view mirror; to my horror, the man in the car behind me was picking his nose with his pinky, and flicking the boogers onto his dashboard. Gross!
Then, on my way to work this morning, again I was waiting to turn, and the gal behind me had to honk her horn when the light changed because I was too busy watching her pick her nose and EAT HER BOOGERS to pay attention to the signal.
Don't get me wrong, everyone picks his or her nose; yes, even I have been known to delve gently in my nostrils, but there is a time and a place, and such things as tissues and handkerchiefs, for God's sake!
Hopefully my commute will be booger-free tomorrow.