Originally published at Blogging Monique Renae. Please leave any comments there.
Today I had a customer.
I know that I have a lot of them.. but today was a special day.
You see… she had a booger in her nose. And not a small one either. It was this big thing hanging right on the edge of her nose on the verge of falling onto my very clean and sterile counter.
I wanted to tell her about it. And usually I would have because I don’t have an qualms about telling a stranger when they look ridiculous or have food in the teeth or smeared lipstick. I would want someone to do it for me.
But I just couldn’t bring myself to tell her… not because I was embarrassed or felt it was out of line… but because I was not sure how she would attack it.
As I prepared to let her know about her imposing visitor it suddenly dawned on me that she had several ways of getting rid of it. She could have done a backhanded swipe, which might have been ok. She could have done a nose push up which might have been disastrous as the offending booger could have stuck to her hand. She could have done the nose pinch would have also resulted in the booger ending up on her hand. She could have done a number of other moves that frankly, I did not want to see.
I just could not risk her potentially boogery fingers then touching my sterile counter or my lovely chained-down bankers pen. As bad as I felt, I just could not do it.
So I finished up with her as fast as I could and sent her on her way.
And then I went and found my Lysol and Clorox wipes so I could clean up just in case she had played with her visitor prior to coming into my office.1
- where ever you are lady, i’m so sorry… i hope someone else told you before you faced a larger crowd [↩]
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