Which nose would you pick?

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I pick my nose. Not for entertainment, in the same way that some people on the train do, or to pass the time, the way some people do while paused at traffic lights; I pick out of necessity.

I’m sure you’d rather I did that, discreetly, than be forced to watch a greenish chunk whiffling around in a nostril-breeze. Nothing worse than trying to talk to someone who doesn’t know (or-perish the thought-care) that they have the entire contents of their sinuses pretending that it’s Christmas Eve and their nose is being entered in a most-decorated competition.

What do you say to people like that? Do you just get out a tissue and slide it across to them while using body language to point out the offending article? Or do you just reach over and wipe?

Having lived with three seeping faces for years now, I can safely attest that children have no sense of shame when it comes to bogies. Giant walrus fangs of snot go unnoticed. But they also tend to end up on the sides of chairs, trouser legs and brand new furniture throws.

I do get snotty. I have allergies *coughs, geekily*, and I have made the move from tissues to handkerchiefs. Or bogey-collection rags. Whatever- they do the job. Tissues just end up spangling the washing when they get left in pockets. Nothing worse than kissing your wife, and your nose starts running- having to try and inhale constantly to reverse the, er, tide…

But the point is this: Everybody considers it poor form to pick your nose, but really, it is so much better than just allowing a crust the size of the Swiss Alps to form on your upper lip. As long as you do it in private- which is pretty much the rule for most bodily functions. Or at least make sure your webcam is turned off, first.

Dedicated to ExMi and Neen.