The other night, the boy and I were celebrating our 8th wedding anniversay. We were kidding around, waiting for our meals when I looked out the window and saw a young man. He was sitting down on a bench, one hand holding a cell phone and the other hand deeply involved with his nose.
Fizzienub looked at me, saw the fury race across my face and went "uh oh".
First. There's this amazing invention called "tissue paper". It serves all kinds of different functions, including allowing people the ability to blow one's nose without having to go nose spelunking.
Second. If for some reason, you MUST pick your nose, do it in private. And here's an extra hint, especially avoid restaurants. Oh and you are not invisible in your car. I can see you.
Third. Inspection and flickage is just insult to injury.