Boogers
Boogers.
I've been meaning to speak to someone about this but when I try to talk, it doesn't come out right. In fact, it comes out like something that belongs in MLIA (My Life Is Average).
I think I'll share this useless anecdote anyway.
So on June 23rd, 2010, I was with my family, about to board a flight to India. Needless to say, I was pretty damn excited to the point of shitting my pants but I didn't do that because that would be rude.
What I looked like outside:
What I felt like inside:
My point: I was excited.
We went through all the security crap like normal. Well as normal as it could get consider how douche-y the staff was being to me. As soon as I go into the small screen place to get scanned the woman grabbed my arm and almost ripped it out of my socket and ate it. I'm not kidding, the woman looked like a fecking fire-breathing dinosaur.
Okay, I lied, she wasn't a fire-breathing dinosaur. Actually, she was a nice lady but I don't like people touching me so unnecessarily so I'll make her a fire-breathing dinosaur.
Ahem.
Anyway, we were sitting in that seat-lounge place where you wait for the woman on the intercom to say something along the lines of "Passengers for Flight 710 please board your plane, it is ready and will be taking off shortly" or "Get your asses in the flying metal-dragon bitches or it's gonna fly without you!" (The last one doesn't really happen, just in case you were wondering.)
I'm stupid sometimes (all the time) so instead of reading a book or listening to music, I bother my parents. I repeatedly tell them "I'm bored," "Is the plane here yet?" or "I think I shit my pants." And my parents, bless their soul, took my shit without lashing back at me. I think they weren't really listening and probably were stressed about actually getting to our destination safely.
My Dad though, for a while, humored me and gave me gum to play with in my mouth. It was good gum.
But my sister was a smart person, apparently. She grabbed my Dad's laptop and immediately materialized near the WiFi and electrical outlet pole in the lounge. She typed away her soon-to-be New York's best-seller while she sat next to this really spiffy-looking business-guy (I say business-guy because I don't think he was an actual businessman).
He looked really cool though.
He was not cool.
He was a nose-digger. A booger-picker. A person with the unfortunate muscle-spasm disease where it is automatically attracted to the person's nostrils. And not only did he just pick her boogers, if he deemed them worthy enough, he ate them! He frickin' ate the very things his body is trying to keep out. I bet his immune system is pissed off right now.
Anyway. That's my useless anecdote. Now that I go look back at this, I can't believe I wasted a whole fecking 15 minutes on this post.
And I'm supposed to be studying too.
Stupid nose-picker.
~P
P.S. Epilogue: I took a video of the guy picking his nose, boarded the flight and had a decent vacation. =D
I've been meaning to speak to someone about this but when I try to talk, it doesn't come out right. In fact, it comes out like something that belongs in MLIA (My Life Is Average).
I think I'll share this useless anecdote anyway.
So on June 23rd, 2010, I was with my family, about to board a flight to India. Needless to say, I was pretty damn excited to the point of shitting my pants but I didn't do that because that would be rude.
What I looked like outside:
What I felt like inside:
My point: I was excited.
We went through all the security crap like normal. Well as normal as it could get consider how douche-y the staff was being to me. As soon as I go into the small screen place to get scanned the woman grabbed my arm and almost ripped it out of my socket and ate it. I'm not kidding, the woman looked like a fecking fire-breathing dinosaur.
Okay, I lied, she wasn't a fire-breathing dinosaur. Actually, she was a nice lady but I don't like people touching me so unnecessarily so I'll make her a fire-breathing dinosaur.
Ahem.
Anyway, we were sitting in that seat-lounge place where you wait for the woman on the intercom to say something along the lines of "Passengers for Flight 710 please board your plane, it is ready and will be taking off shortly" or "Get your asses in the flying metal-dragon bitches or it's gonna fly without you!" (The last one doesn't really happen, just in case you were wondering.)
I'm stupid sometimes (all the time) so instead of reading a book or listening to music, I bother my parents. I repeatedly tell them "I'm bored," "Is the plane here yet?" or "I think I shit my pants." And my parents, bless their soul, took my shit without lashing back at me. I think they weren't really listening and probably were stressed about actually getting to our destination safely.
My Dad though, for a while, humored me and gave me gum to play with in my mouth. It was good gum.
But my sister was a smart person, apparently. She grabbed my Dad's laptop and immediately materialized near the WiFi and electrical outlet pole in the lounge. She typed away her soon-to-be New York's best-seller while she sat next to this really spiffy-looking business-guy (I say business-guy because I don't think he was an actual businessman).
He looked really cool though.
He was not cool.
He was a nose-digger. A booger-picker. A person with the unfortunate muscle-spasm disease where it is automatically attracted to the person's nostrils. And not only did he just pick her boogers, if he deemed them worthy enough, he ate them! He frickin' ate the very things his body is trying to keep out. I bet his immune system is pissed off right now.
Anyway. That's my useless anecdote. Now that I go look back at this, I can't believe I wasted a whole fecking 15 minutes on this post.
And I'm supposed to be studying too.
Stupid nose-picker.
~P
P.S. Epilogue: I took a video of the guy picking his nose, boarded the flight and had a decent vacation. =D