The snorgle couple

These days everything exciting in my life is related to public transit. I used to loath the bus, but it is oh so blog worthy. I don't get juicy information from driving in my car.

After a split shift the other day, I waited for my bus and a couple came to join me. They were about the same age as me, but kind of short. She wore an ugly toque. It was cold standing in the bus hut and made my nose run. Evidently, it made his run too because he snorgled it and then spat it. EW! I politely pretended I didn't notice, but it was disgusting. He splatted that nastiness right on the cement. I heard it. "Splat." Ew. People have to walk there. As I was reeling in disgust, he did it again- this time from the lungs. Revolting. Some men are pigs.


Then she did a higher pitched version of the snorgle. I felt queasy and tried to hide the "I-want-to-barf-because-this-is-so-gross" expression on my face. They continued talking, oblivious to their behaviour being raunchy. It continued. Then they snuggled into one another and kissed.

Pretty sure my jaw dropped, my face cringed, and I stared. EWW!!! Do they not realize that they just tasted each other's snot?! Am I the only one who thinks that's gross?


When the bus finally came I sat in the handicapped seating as not to be within earshot of the mucus slapping into the back of their throats. Unfortunately they sat right beside me. And even worse, they continued to be nasty. They actually spat scuzzy germyness onto the floor of the bus. Then they scuffed it (smeared it?) with their shoes. I wanted to die or barf. Shudder. I considered getting off the bus and catching the next one. However, it was late and I had to work in the morning. Thank God for MP3 players. Whatever, this may have been the best gift you've ever given me.