
about 2.30 am. on a Saturday.
"Senor,Can you take me to Harold's Cross ,Please ?",He says.
"Yeah ,no problemo",says Bem.
The guy sits in front seat beside Bem and is playing with his phone
when out of the corner of Bem's eye He sees the guy drilling his
nose with his right index finger.
When they stop at Traffic lights,Bem glares at the guy and he stops picking.
A couple more minutes up the road and the guy has changed to his left index

Bem pulls over and says to the guy,"Listen ,Buddy,stop picking your nose".
"Huh",says the guy.
"Stop now or you can walk, Me stomach is heaving ", says Bem.
"Okay, I am Sorry ", says the guy.
They get to the Destination without any further Picking incidences.
"I sure Pick 'em", thinks Bem as he pulls away.
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