Sarah told me about a girl who always laughs at her when she blows her nose. And because of her allergies (and occasional nose-bleeds) Sarah needs to blow her nose quite often.
And she doesn’t like to be laughed at.
The other day Sarah was blowing her nose again. The girl was laughing at Sarah, again. Sarah blew and blew, ignoring the girl, until her nostrils were restored to normalcy.
Sarah took her tissue in hand and walked towards the garbage can. As she passed by the girl she slowed down, leaned in close and whispered: “You have WAY more boogers than I do.”
“And what did the girl say?” I asked, laughing, but not sure if I should be laughing.
“Nothing,” said Sarah. “She was very quiet.”

