Friday night my husband and I went out to a local sporting event.  While sitting in the bleachers we counted 22 people picking their nose within a 15 minute period, and most of them were adults.  We were delighted to see that a small little girl was partaking in her own sporting event by picking her nose and then throwing it out to the crowd below here. She defiantly had a good arm for the sport.

Saturday night we went out to eat at the local steak house and during supper there were a total of 15 people who we noticed were picking their nose over the dinner table and some of which were employees that were serving us our meals.  To our delight we were able to watch the man cutting up the meat in his big chef hat. To our not so delight we were able to watch him all through our meal wiping his nose on the sleeve of his pretty white coat or either wiping his nose on the back of his hand then wiping it off on his pants.  We were also blessed by being seated beside what looked like a wonderful family enjoying a family meal together.  It was interesting to see that the young boy of the family, who seemed to be around the age of 10, was picking his nose and with each pick he would roll it up in a ball then line it up on the dinner table.  Yes this was just what I needed to see to make my meal that much more enjoyable.

Sunday morning we went to the local church for the morning preaching.   10% of the congregation was tentatively listening to the preacher and his sermon.  10% were staring up at heaven.  Another 10% were drawing pictures.  2% were crawling under the church pews and 10% were….. You guessed it, picking their nose.

Monday was a day where I visited the local apartment complex where the elderly lived.  It was the day for the weekly bingo and a count of 30 seniors were gathered around the tables enjoying their hour of games.  Not only were they enjoying the bingo game but 9 of them were also having a really good time with their nose.

 Now this whole week brought back memories of years ago when I was in high school.  I remember my prim and proper English teacher.  She was always dressed so nice and she always had her long 2 inch finger nails manicured and painted the color to match what ever she was wearing for the day.  Her nails were so long that she actually had to concoct a certain way to position her hand so she could hold her ink pen in her hand.  Not only was she the picture of perfect but she was also the picture of a perfect nose picker too.  It was very hard for the class to study when the distraction of nose picking was a daily thing but we tried to get passed it.  She would sit up at her desk with her back held straight and her legs crossed.  She would then take her favorite nose picking finger, which was her pinky finger, and dig round and round.  Yes she would actually go rounded in a circle.  You see she had style even at nose picking.  The class mates and I found it interesting that Miss Teacher would never dispose of the boogers that she got out of her nose.  Nope!  She let them build up underneath her long finger nail as if she was saving them for a rainy day.  She was very proud of her booty of treasure too!  On occasion she would take her pinky finger, hold it up in the air and look at it to see what lay inside.

From our observation this week it’s very obvious that nose picking is the favorite pass time of the young and old alike.

Author : Pamela Price Svoboda, webmaster of http://www.gone-ta-pott.com  "An Entertainment Site like No Other!" Full of fun articles, news, games, recipes, jokes and more.