I just witnessed someone sat one seat infront of me on the bus, stick his finger two inches up his nose, twist it a few times and then curl his finger, as if extracting honey from an upside down jar, except there was no honey.

It was a balancing act getting off the bus today without holding the bogie infested bus rails.

Oh, how I wish I'd driven in today or cycled!

That really helped my ocd.

Anyway, I thought I'd share that with you. [link]