Or you can pick on a total stranger's nose-picking.
http://www.craigslist.org/sfc/mis/60072057.html
Date: 2005-02-16, 6:29PM PST
You were the white guy in the big gas guzzler SUV parked across from BART in front of the etrade building where all the bike messengers hang out. You had your window down and were half leaned out it and seriously digging into your nose. I was concerned for your safety when you looked like you might poke through your nose, and indeed the fabric of the space time continuum. Then I started to laugh, a lot. I was on muni, so you couldn't hear me. I looked up and you saw me laughing. You straightened your tie and tried to look all stuffy and white and professional. You failed. Your finger was two inches up your nose, dude, you can't just play that shit off. And you were *actively* digging.
I tried to look you in the eye again when you gave me stink eye, but what can I say? I was laughing way too hard. I'm sorry, homes. Next time I'll try not to laugh. Next time, maybe you can try eating them, too? I gotta admit, that gets me off.
