Today the Schmoobins and I were having a nice leisurely late breakfast (ok ok...it was 2pm) out at a nearby diner. As I sipped my cup o' joe and waited for our food to arrive, I looked out the large window next to which we were seated and saw that one of the cook- or wait-staff (Oh, dear God, please it be the wait-staff) had taken a seat on the sidewalk outside to take a smoke break.
And then I noticed that he began to pick his nose.
AND THEN HE ATE IT.
And then I vomited inside my mouth.
And then I began to stack up the table-top dessert menu and drink specials menu against the window pane so as to block my view of aforementioned booger-picker-eater.
The end.
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