I met a disgusting guy

I met a disgusting guy.

Well, not actually met him but sort of like saw him. He was in a car behind me in a traffic jam today, and I’m checking him out through my rear view mirror.

He has this uncanny resemblance of Andrea Bocelli (u know, the blind dude who can really sing) - lushy beard and curly locks. As I was about to tell Emily “Hey, Andrea Bocelli behind us” … he did something very disturbing.

That guy shoved his finger inside one of his nostrils and started to dig it vigorously. So vigorous that it could have easily rip off his nose and made him look like Wacko. I can see that the driver jammed beside his car was also checking the booger excavation project out and had the same loathsome look on his face.

The disgusting act was like a cliche to him and he was doing it without worrying about anyone having a second opinion. It was like no democracy at all inside his car. And as if he’s not doing it good enough, he shoved his finger from the other hand into the other nostril. Yes, he was digging for his boogers with BOTH HIS HANDS. With force from both of his big diameter fingers up inside the booger caves, I saw his nose changes into a funny snoutlike shape like a fucking pig.

For what it seemed to be his boogers sticking on his fingers and beard, he started to rigidly roll up the sticky gooey mucus till it loose it’s moisture and solidify …. then flick the nasty little filth all around inside his car. Then, again, he shoved his fingers deeper to mine for more boogers. The way he frenzily digs his boogers makes my nose itch even as I’m blogging about the unsavory and gross act.

He surely had made my afternoon a memorable one.

Lesson learnt : Never take a ride from a person who resembled Andrea Bocelli.