Trading Places
It's amazing how quickly you can go from well-heeled, well-educated man about town to scruffy undesireable. In the blink of an eye (or in my case, the blow of the nose) you go from top to bottom. I was walking to bus stop so I could go have dinner with Dr Germ, and as I was waiting I blew my nose and the bus pulled up. I walked on and it was packed. For some reason people were looking at me weird but I was dressed sort of scruffy so I put it down to that. Just then the bus lurched and I fell onto this older gent next to me. I apologized and he was like "it's ok" but then gave me another weird look and moved off into the crowded bus. But that's not the funny part.
As the bus went on it slowly emptied and I finally got a seat, so I pulled a magazine out and started reading. Occasionally I saw people looking at me strangely, but I didn't think anything of it. As I was getting to my stop my nose started itching. It turns out that when I blew my nose a booger had gotten onto the side of my nostril and dried there! So I've just spent 20 minutes on the bus with a massive dried booger on my face. It was no wonder everyone was looking at me like one of those crazy homeless people that gets on the bus. Still it was quite instructive into the manner if which people perceive the world around them.