Nose Wipe

When I was driving to school one morning in my senior year, I had a little bit of a runny nose. I was stopped at a stoplight and did the ol' wipe-the-finger-up-the-nostril move to get the drip. I turn to the car next to me. Lady smiles, so I smile back. A kind smile that says, "Hey, good morning."

Lights changes, I go on my merry way. A few blocks later I look at myself in the rear view mirror. The ol' wipe-the-finger-up-the-nostril move had no only taken care of the drip, but also pushed a green boogie to the end of my nose. Nice.

The lady I smiled back at wasn't smiling "good morning" to me. She was giggling to herself about the booger on the end of my nose.