Tuesday, February 11, 2014

You Call It a Soapbox, I Call It a PSA

We all see the pics of people who go out in public (Walmart!) in totally unpresentable attire. I see it myself way too often. Sequined, backless night club top paired with workout leggings sporting the Nike logo on the calf, accessorized with house shoes. Yep. I saw that. I've seen a girl wearing what appeared to be her baby sister's hand-me-down t shirt and cut off shorts with a pregnant belly in between the two. Luckily, her boyfriend's hands covered the majority of her bare flesh as they walked through the store looking like a set of conjoined twins.  Some people seem to lack the shame that the rest of us have about our appearances.
Yet, there are many of you who are shocked by your fellow humans' audacity who are committing an equally, albeit immensely more subtle faux pas on a daily basis. Some of you are allowing your nose hair to protrude beyond the boundaries of the nostril. Quit it! Nose hairs are booger catchers, friends, and when you dangle your booger traps millimeters from your upper lip, along with the remnants of their catch of the day, you might as well eat the slimy little suckers. And when you hug or kiss another person, you are transferring your little green friends to the next person. It's gross! Don't share your snot!!!
I get it that hair grows all the time, and an occasional stray sneaks out no matter how well groomed you are. However, if your mustache originates from the nasal passage, you are painfully out of control. Some of you know it and just don't care. That's what I don't understand. Would you knowingly leave green stuff between your teeth or walk around with your zipper down? No? Well no one wants to see what's coming out of your beak either. Buy yourself a $3 pair of nose hair scissors and keep the snot follicles out of sight!
Thank you. That is all. 

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