Humiliation at Burger King
Driving home from work, in a very long commute and rushing to get home and eat and change and get to the softball game I decide to get myself a burger on the way home.
While waiting at the drive-thru I had a little twinge in my nose. An itch maybe. IN my nose. So I carefully and in a not obvious way picked it. SHUT UP. Everyone picks their nose sometimes. I didn't have a tissue. Call the police.
Except it wasn't a dried booger like I thought. It was a blood clot. And I now had a gushing bloody nose in the drive-thru at Burger King.
I tried to tell the kid at the window that I had hit myself in the face with my handbag (humiliating yes, but less so than picking your nose until it BLEEDS like some sort of degenerate. I should have just sealed the deal as a psycho and ATE the bloodclot and then quit my job to live on the streets just like such a person deserves) but I don't think he was buying it.
Possibly because the bloodclot was still hanging off my finger.