April 10, 2003
Commuter Train Gross-Out of the Month
Techie guy (How do I know? He's got a Star Trek book and a copy of "Wired." That's right, I judge. You got a problem with that?) is sitting across from me. I mean right now, as I type this into my laptop. Every few seconds he digs into one of his ears, then extracts his finger and not only looks at what he's retrieved, but examines it, all up close and personal, like a biologist in the field. Then he rubs his finger against his thumb so that it crumbles up and rolls off onto the seat beside him.
Oh dear Lord, he just did it again. I feel nauseous. Keep that ear cheese to yourself, Scotty.
Posted by Woodlief on April 10, 2003 at 09:19 AM
Or, as Rutger Hauer [playing the replicant] said in "Bladerunner", "Time to die."
Posted by: misanthropyst at April 10, 2003 9:15 PM
But... but...
Earwax is interesting!
Besides, what are you supposed to do with it when you're done? It's not like you'd want to collect it or something.
...wait a minute. Collecting ear wax. Over time, in small labeled bottles. There's potential useful information there. Think of the applications!
Tony, you've inspired me!
Posted by: Dean Esmay at April 10, 2003 11:30 PM
SO was it my ability to exam earwax that first attracted you to me?
Posted by: Gray at April 11, 2003 8:49 PM
Gray,
As I said before, it was:
1) The fact that you were willing to go out with _______, which meant I had the requisite double-date to get C's parents to allow me to go out with their daughter; and 2) The fact that you were one of the few guys on the wrestling team who actually squealed for mercy when we wrestled.
I love you, man.
None of this should be interpreted by the rest of you as homoerotic.
Posted by: Tony Woodlief at April 12, 2003 9:13 AM
Damn. You caught me. - erm, about the interpretation, NOT the earwax, which I can only hope will one day hold the same stigma as nose picking because, Ewww!
Posted by: Cis at April 18, 2003 3:24 AM
