The other night in class, one of my colleagues was giving a presentation on a poem about the Middle Passage. It’s a brutal poem, and we were all appropriately sombre.
However, the speaker was rudely interrupted by a very loud Canadian ditty:
My friend sitting next to me frantically fumbled for his cell. It doesn’t get worse than that.
Actually, it does. When I saw Salt Water Moon a few weeks ago, a very quiet, two-person play, someone’s phone went off. Many of us turned and shot daggers at the culprit. He deserved to be singled out.
My embarrassing moment came yesterday. I was in one of my first meetings at work, sitting right next to a VP when my stomach started growling, deafeningly loud. I tried to do the strategically timed clearing of the throat trick to cover up the sound, but I don’t think it worked.
Cakes is embarrassing me a lot lately with her new favourite habit—picking her nose. We’ll be sitting on the bus, and I’ll see someone looking at her. At first I assume they’re admiring her beauty, until I see a frown forming. Sure enough, I look down and she’s playing with a big booger.
Anyone else having this problem? What do you do? Some people say to ignore it, but I just can’t! It’s so fucking gross!
P.S. Did I spell coo-roo-coo-coo-coo-coo-coo-coo right?
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