with goop in the garage for all to see...yuck. When people pick away and dig for hidden treasure, it makes me want to upchuck. Picking away at boogers is unhygienic and revolting. Here in Thailand and other parts of Southeast Asia, I see it all the time. It doesn't matter where the nose is picked, if I see it, that's too public. But there have been times when I've coughed loudly to halt nose pickage. "Hey, Hey!" I'll scream. That usually gets the person to stop long enough to ask me what's the problem. Of course, I'll say nothing and just sit there, holding back my vomit and acting like some poor guy with Tourette's Syndrome.
But think about this...here in Thailand, toilet paper is rarely used. If it used, it's to dry one's ass. So what is used? Thais don't use corn cobs, no, they use water, thank goodness. I'll be honest, I find it much more pleasurable to use water than toilet paper that grates at you like sand paper. In most cases nowadays, the average Thai toilet has a water hose, or bum gun attached within reach of the toilet. You simply spray into the crack until all the residue has been washed away and go on your merry way. Presto! Absolute magic. No itchiness, skid marks in the underwear, nada!
The trouble comes when there is no bum gun. This is usually when your forced to use the dreaded squat toilet. There will normally be a bowl sitting in a huge bucket or tank of water. You fill the bowl, pour the water down your backside, and use the water and your left hand (non-shaking / non-eating hand) to wipe away the debris. Now...most people have the sense to wash their hands. Granted, the water from the bucket may have washed everything from sight, but...what about the little bacteria? Do you really think every Asian taxi driver, sales person, or delivery person is faithfully and diligently washing their hands? Are they using hot water to wash? I have my doubts.
This means in addition to a guy picking his nose, he might have a layer of deadly bacteria squirming around on him and in him. Then he hands you your change with a smile. Maybe I have a little too much time to think about these things but someone has to do it. I am now starting to understand how people become germophobes. I am getting a better idea why some people engage in obsessive-compulsive hand washing. Now that I think about it, I need to go wash my hands. I am getting that...not so fresh feeling. Choke Dee from nose picking paradise.
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