Complete 180 from my last entry

I have recently noticed that there are quite a few people in this country who feel they absolutely must pick their nose in public areas. Whether I'm on the bus, walking down the street or riding the subte there seems to be someone with the urgent need to rid their sniffer of some mucous. The worst incident was on the subte. There I was zoning out, looking around at the faces nearby without really registering anything. Then something brought me out of my waking slumber. A man, face towards the door, trying to semi-esconder that he is digging deep. The grotesque nature of the image held my attention. Then he did the unimaginable. He took his newly discovered treasure and proceeded to deposit it right in the seam of the subte doors. From my position several seats away I could plainly see the booger. It was indeed a jewel. He continued to pick away, always using the door as his personal kleenex when he hit gold. It was like I was hypnotized by the grossness of it all. I could not look away though my stomach was turning. Finally, he walked away and I forced myself to think of something, anything but the newest passenger on the subte. Though I managed to break the spell, I couldn't help but wonder what other treasures the doors and walls of the subte have seen in their day.