At intersections I can't help but look to my right or left when the light turns red. Yesterday I found myself at a few intersections. In the morning there was an older gentlemen in a luxury sedan and when I turned my head I saw that he was picking his nose. He had used two fingers to pick both nostrils.
In the afternoon I found myself at another intersection. When I turned my head to the left there was another gentleman (perhaps older than the first gentleman) and he too was picking his nose. The only difference was that his car was even more luxurious that the morning gentleman's car. This second gentleman also ate the contents of his nostril, and then sped away when the light turned green.
I had another unfortunate experience at another intersection at dusk. I turned to my right and there was a man wearing a backwards baseball cap. I looked at him and he gave me the f%$*k me eyes immediately. When he turned to get something out of the passenger seat, I saw that he had a tramp stamp. Apparently guys are getting them too to celebrate their inner slut.
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