Definitely a Pick

This morning I sat in traffic, as usual (on my bicycle, of course). While waiting for the light at the BP to turn, I glanced to my right, where I spied a bald guy with his finger knuckle deep in his nostril. I instinctively laughed, then realized he was looking right at me. His lips started moving as he removed his finger, and I can only imagine what he might have been saying. He seemed more angry than embarassed.

He kept looking at me, which caused more laughter to well up inside. I laughed until I cried, and I'm sure other people believed me to be quite the looney tunes.

The picker never once cracked a smile.