"He's got a ticket to ride and he don't care" --The Carpenters version (so the pronouns work)

We had a lovely meal with four dear friends Saturday night. I could tell you about the friends or the restaurant (tasty middle eastern yummies) but you'd be all *yaaaawn* so instead I'll tell you about the disgusting thing I saw on the way to dinner.

We were riding the Metro and someone got on at the airport, lugging bags, and plopped himself and his bags down in a seat facing me. It's not like I wanted to look, but there he was, in front of me.

So, as I watched, he took a pack of tissues out of his bag and, one tissue at a time, he blew his nose, inspected the results, folded it over, and dropped the soiled tissue on the silver top of the heater next to the seat. Tissue after tissue. Luvly. There was quite the pile by the time he was ready to exit the train.

Did he take his disgusting rubbish? He did not. Much better to leave it for the next person. Niiiiiice.

What is wrong with people? It's one thing to be disgusting in the privacy of your own car. But in a busy, public subway car? Ewwww.


PS Only a few days left to vote people. Surely you can clicky-clicky on my little poll.* You know, if you want. Either way. Doesn't matter. You know, if you're here anyway.**

PPS Things are getting a little hectic for me and I'm about to be traveling quite a bit (including a conference in FL next week--where my FL peeps at?) so if I disappear off the blog for a bit here and there, know that I am okay (or stuck looping in the nightmare that is the "It's a Small World" ride. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Make it stop! Make it stop!) and totally not ignoring you. 'Cause how could I ignore you? You wonderful you. You wouldn't leave snotty tissues on the Metro.***


* I did NOT call you Shirley.

** I see you lurking, Sri Lanka guy. Or gal. Or bot.

***That's one of your best traits. You should put that on your business cards "Won't leave snotty tissues on the Metro!" Just sayin, lead with your strengths.