June 11, 2003
It's no surprise to me
I am my own worst enemy
-- Lit
Yesterday morning I was minding my own business and stepped onto the elevator to begin my long descent from the 9th floor of the parking deck. A lady stepped on before me and two more ladies came in after me.
The first lady appeared to be around 20 years old. She had banging Lee press on nails, not painted, but still clear just straight out of the package. Now, by no means am I making fun, I'm just saying, I've never seen them just slapped on there still clear.
Anyway, aforementioned Lee press on nail lady proceeds to punch the 1 button as we all settle back into our corners of the elevator. I glanced down at my shoes and then back up. Just so happens that my eyes caught hers and then she proceeded to take her left index finger -- press on nail and all -- and stick it directly up her nose.
Well, I'm in total and utter shock. This is a grown lady, y'all. I mean, come on! I was horrified and no doubt disgusted and desperately turned my head to stare at someone or something else.
Then a lady in the back corner asks me what floor we got on. I'm thrilled for any excuse to get my mind off of booger lady and begin a conversation with her. Thirty seconds later, I glance over and homegirl is still digging and now has her cell phone out all chit chatting with someone. (I'm wondering if the person she's talking to knows she has a nose picking addiction. And damn, isn't that nail going to scratch part of your brain out??) Once again she caught me looking at her. You'd think she would have already been embarassed, but oh no -- I think she enjoyed the attention. She was flaunting her habit for me to see.
I have never been so glad in all my born days to be off an elevator and so eternally grateful that this grown ass lady at least refrained from pick, lick and flick.
I swear, I must be in the longest episode of Seinfeld every made!
Amy
-- Lit
Yesterday morning I was minding my own business and stepped onto the elevator to begin my long descent from the 9th floor of the parking deck. A lady stepped on before me and two more ladies came in after me.
The first lady appeared to be around 20 years old. She had banging Lee press on nails, not painted, but still clear just straight out of the package. Now, by no means am I making fun, I'm just saying, I've never seen them just slapped on there still clear.
Anyway, aforementioned Lee press on nail lady proceeds to punch the 1 button as we all settle back into our corners of the elevator. I glanced down at my shoes and then back up. Just so happens that my eyes caught hers and then she proceeded to take her left index finger -- press on nail and all -- and stick it directly up her nose.
Well, I'm in total and utter shock. This is a grown lady, y'all. I mean, come on! I was horrified and no doubt disgusted and desperately turned my head to stare at someone or something else.
Then a lady in the back corner asks me what floor we got on. I'm thrilled for any excuse to get my mind off of booger lady and begin a conversation with her. Thirty seconds later, I glance over and homegirl is still digging and now has her cell phone out all chit chatting with someone. (I'm wondering if the person she's talking to knows she has a nose picking addiction. And damn, isn't that nail going to scratch part of your brain out??) Once again she caught me looking at her. You'd think she would have already been embarassed, but oh no -- I think she enjoyed the attention. She was flaunting her habit for me to see.
I have never been so glad in all my born days to be off an elevator and so eternally grateful that this grown ass lady at least refrained from pick, lick and flick.
I swear, I must be in the longest episode of Seinfeld every made!
Amy
Posted by Amy at 16:01:40 |
