Blow baby blow

There are tissue people and there are handkerchief people, some use sleeves and one time I saw a guy bend over between cars in a parking lot, press a finger against one nostril and fire-hose his boogers onto the asphalt. How he didn’t get it all over his pants or the handles of the parked cars next to him was amazing and gross; his accuracy proved to me he had been practicing his grossness for quite some time.

I’m a tissue kind of girl, blow, dispose of, wash hands. I like to keep my DNA to myself. The handkerchief people puzzle me; how in the world can they use the same sodden swatch of cloth all day long? Don’t even get me started about those who use sleeves, although if the need to sneeze, cough, or whatever, comes on and you’re unprepared, sleeves are the best hiding place for yuck.

So considering that I am sitting here layered in warm clothing and wrapped in a quilt once used as a dog bed, with my box of Kleenex, hot tea and Dayquil I’m interested…are you a tissue kind of person or a handkerchief person? Sleeve people, if you’re brave enough I’d like to know but if you are one of those booger blasters, keep it to yourself. I mean really keep it to yourself.