a picker

so today i was proctoring an exam for a coworker. they seemed to be a pretty good group, no obvious looking at other people’s papers or anything.
i was reading Future Men, by Douglas Wilson. good book, highly recommended for men to read, even though it’s about raising boys.

anyhow, i looked around just to make sure thing crazy was going on, and what do i see but a rather normal looking girl with her right pinky finger inserts, quite deeply, into her right nostril. boy, she was digging away in there. and then she pulled it out to reveal a nice sized booger on the tip of her finger. “ahhh!” i thought, and looked away so that she would not know i saw her mining. this was a wise move on my part, for it prevented both her and myself from experiencing the potential embarassment.

i went back into my book in a fruitless attempt to remove the image that had been burned into my mind.

five or ten minutes later i give another cursory glance around the room… and see her picking again! and she saw me see her doing it this time! she quickly changed the pick to a ‘nose-wipe’ in an unsuccessful attempt to hide the fact of the matter.

what an eventful morning!