You settle yourself down and prepare for the long wait. Maybe, you should take out a book to read. Nah. You decide to look out the window instead.
Suddenly, you feel this prickle in your nostril. You blow harshly through your nose, hoping to dislodge it. It only gets itchier.
And itchier.
You rummage around your bag desperately, searching for soemthing to distract yourself.
You decide to take out that book you were thinking of reading.
Page 1. It isn't working. If anything, the itch just becomes more prominent in your mind. You know what you want to do.
You look around. Nobody's watching. Surreptitiously, you bring a finger to your face, and begin to dig.
Aaaah. That feels good. Now for the other nostril.
Suddenly the bus lurches forward (you didn't even realise you stopped). As you pitch forward, you're brought back to reality, and you accidentally catch the eye of someone watching your. Embarrassed, you look away, but it's too late.
For it's then you realise you still have your finger up your nose.
Page 1. It isn't working. If anything, the itch just becomes more prominent in your mind. You know what you want to do.
You look around. Nobody's watching. Surreptitiously, you bring a finger to your face, and begin to dig.
Aaaah. That feels good. Now for the other nostril.
Suddenly the bus lurches forward (you didn't even realise you stopped). As you pitch forward, you're brought back to reality, and you accidentally catch the eye of someone watching your. Embarrassed, you look away, but it's too late.
For it's then you realise you still have your finger up your nose.
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