Sometimes, talking helps us heal...
It feels like a typical day. Unpleasantly hot, but otherwise nothing seems amiss.
Next stop after mine, this girl gets on. I notice she's kinda cute, but don't really think much of it after that. So, as the bus is crossing the bridge I'm looking around and I happen to notice that girl is doing something... her hand is hovering around the lower half of her face and her thumb is...
"Wait... is that...?" Yes, she was picking her nose. I look away, thoroughly grossed out, but yet there's this weird urge to look again... kind of a "No way! Did I REALLY just see that?" kinda thing. So I glance again... this time the bitch actually has that same thumb, no shit, in her fucking mouth. Seriously. WTF? Bitch sits there, picking her nose and eating it. Back and forth. Several times. I wish to God I was kidding.
I mean... just... ok, here:
that's pretty much how I've felt all. day.