I Spy

Ever since a friend told me about one of her favorite pastimes, I've found myself doing the exact same thing. It's pretty awesome. Example:

I arrive slightly out of breath at the Munroe computer lab. My eyes do an automatic scan of the room for the nearest available computer. As they rove, I catch other unnecessary details, such as the scuffing on one girl's rainboots (damn she really needs to wash them), the greasy locks of hair spilling over another girl's headband (again damn, she really needs to wash that), and so on and so forth. Just when I think that's all there is to see and I walk towards a computer, I spot a young man sitting in front of his screen, hunched over, hood covering his eyes, carefully rummaging the contents of his left nostril with his index finger. When he's finished, he carelessly rubs the offending appendage against his jeans and resumes typing. Using the same hand.

Oh how I love college. Thanks to you, Mystery Nose-Picking Boy, that image will linger in my head for the rest of the day. Hah. You thought no one saw, did you? Well I did.