Brad over at Spelled Melk doesn't post very often, but when he does, it's comedy gold:
It was Friday morning, and I'd spent the last ten minutes in my car, waiting in line at a stoplight to turn left onto the highway. After listening to the same CD for the 27th time in my car over the last week, I was getting bored. I needed something to keep myself awake until I got home, and being stuck in Traffic Purgatory wasn't exactly helping.
Irritated, I sat and tapped my fingers on the steering wheel. Then, I turned and looked at the BMW stopped in the thru-lane on my right. I looked closer, focusing lazily on the woman driving the Beamer. To my amazement, this lady had her finger up her nose, wriggling it with with such veracity that I think she was itching her frontal lobe.
Jackpot! Now that's entertainment.
Thre's more, but I'll let you follow the link.
I guess it's true what they say; everyone has one nose-picking incident in their past that they can't forget.