This morning I stopped by a drive through coffee shop. As I pulled into the shopping center a guy in a Daewoo sped through the parking lot and cut me off to reach the drive through first. WHATEVER. I was too tired to get very annoyed about it. Especially because he ended up being (disturbingly) entertaining. And I enjoyed looking at his humongous knock off Dolce and Gabbana knock off sunglasses; they were smashing with his fancy car!
Mr. Daewoo was so important he couldn’t get off his cell phone to order his drink. ANNOYING! The girl taking his order had to ask him to repeat himself THREE times. Poor girl probably thought she heard him wrong when he ordered a 20 ounce, iced, skinny cafe mocha with five shots of espresso. FIVE SHOTS of espresso in a 20 ounce, iced drink? That’s about one tablespoon of chocolate milk with an entire cup of espresso. Good morning nasty!
Though not as gross as what he did for the next five minutes: PICK HIS FUCKING NOSE. And it wasn’t like he was went in for one little annoyance, this dude went to fucking town.
Did I really just write an entire post about a stranger picking his nose? Yup. Carry on.
The entire post wasn’t about his nose picking. That was just the tasty prize.
EW.
People are disgusting. I hate when they do things in public thinking that they are covered in a plastic dome. Umm, I can see you!!!
was he blaring bad techno music?
What are people thinking when they do things like that in public???? I don’t need to be the police of the world, but please! Don’t do something in public that you wouldn’t want shown on tv. Although maybe he wouldn’t care if the world saw him picking his nose on tv?
he’s obviously so fabulous that it doesn’t matter if the world now knows about his daewoo, and his knock-offs, and (this is the best part) his gross nose picking!!! totally fabu.
It just doesn’t seem like “Daewoo” should be the name of a car. A daewoo should be a gadget or something.
So, did he pick and eat, or just pick? Sorry, but I’m gross, and like to know these things.
I was feeling a little blue, but this story seems to have cheered me up.
I would like a documentary crew to follow this guy around for at least an entire day.
What a total dooce-bag.
I love it when people live their private lives in public, disgusting habits on full display! If they didn’t, who would I feel superior to? Also, I think this is why I don’t like most reality TV, it’s all manipulated and crap.
I’m so sorry you didn’t like my glasses or my car, but my boogers taste too damn good to not pick.
Maybe that’s his job…he produced booger for pharmaceutical companies who are finding cures for colds…and bitchassness.
Well where are we supposed to pick our nose then? Is nowhere sacred? The bathroom, the stairwell, before shaking someone’s hand? Give me a bone here.
Oh, I’m sure that dude thinks he’s pure machismo. Freakin’ hilarious.
I’m surprised how many asshats there are here. Maybe not more per capita, I’m just still not used to living in this big of a town, but methinks not.
Unfortunately, the bulk of my work experience is being the person on the other side of that drive-thru speaker. If he continues being a colossal ass, he’ll get his….believe me.
I’m still waiting for where it’s okay for me to pick my nose. We all do it don’t we? Is on the shitter the only appropriate spot? Sucks when you get a nasty boogie right after clipping your nails.
To add to the grossness: I read this entire post on my blackberry while taking a dookie in the chemistry building.point is, thanks for the entertainment while I deficate.
Cuts you off, makes you wait while he’s on the phone, and picks his nose. Seriously I would have been tempted to ram him with my car.
I’m very tired, and I read the “enormous knock off” part wrong. I don’t really think I need to explain.
Needless to say, the rest of the post did not live up to my expectations.