Nothing to Hide

     As a child I was always amused by the fact that the number one place people pick their nose is in their cars. Of course at a young age, Family Feud is considered a reliable source of statistical information.  The topic has intrigued me over the years.  What compels people to pick their noses in such an open area?  Do they feel invisible in their cars?  Are they so caught up in the moment that they forget there is a world outside of their nose?  Do these people pick their noses in the presence of passengers? 

    As the years past, the topic found its place in my reservoir of unresolved mysteries.  Then came the monumental day, emotions so extreme arose within me.  My body and mind didn't know how to react.  Relieved for finding some sort of explanation to the insanity of my age old question or complete disgust for witnessing the vilest display of disregard for those around.  What exactly had I witnessed? 

    The casual movement of fingers approaching the nose area with no hesitation or acknowledgment of those around. What is this person going to do? Eyes focused straight, face expressionless leaving no indication of commuter's next move. Without a seconds notice fingers are reaching in for the unknown inner findings of commuter's nose. No, it can't be! But yes, it is. Apparently picking one's nose on the train isn't far behind on the family feud's “Where do people pick their noses most?” question. 

     With curiosity about the commuter's next move removed, came the realization that doing anything usually reserved for private places isn't out of question on a train.  Grab thy neighbor, cough on those around you, wipe your nose on your person or better yet common area, pick thy wedgies, whatever it is, feel free to expose your captive audience to it all.