A pick at what price?
My friends, if there those among you who indulge in the sweet forbidden pleasure known as nose picking, (also dubbed nasal spelunking,) I am sure you are also aware of it’s drawbacks. I don’t know if age makes you more daring, but I had believed that it was among the general opinion that one should partake in the confines of his own room, if not at least in private.
So when Mr. G came to me looking for some technological assistance, I was more than happy to oblige. As he sat by me watching me work my magic, I guess he must have felt the urge once again. “The chance to do it behind his back! Oh the rush and excitement!” Is what I assume must have been running through his mind.
I turned to explain something to him, and we locked eyes for a moment with my hands still on the laptop. His was resting on the table, while the other was firmly resolved to find a treasure lodged deep in his nose. I turned back to the laptop. It was for a split second, a blip, but the moment was undeniable.The finger that was digging just a second before had stilled. The silence between our eyes could not have been longer. I saw him. He knew I saw him. He was embarrassed. I knew he was embarrassed. The moment I turned my back to him, I could sense his face glowing redder with delicious shame. He tries to recover, and presses me to continue my explanation, but the damage is done. He knows I will never view him in the same light again. And I know he knows. Muhahaha.
Was it worth it my friend?
September 17th, 2008 at 1:41 pm
i hope you weren’t working on his laptop. and then licked your now lightly-salted fingers thereafter.
September 21st, 2008 at 1:26 am
I have no shame in doing that in public. Anymore.