(2) of us (1) big adventure

So another trip to Oregon and another bucket full of stories. One of them really made me smile and so I’ll share it with y’all today.

On Friday afternoon, I barely made it into the DMV with my mom before they locked the doors behind us at 5:00 pm. I had to get a replacement title for the Mazda 3 so that the insurance can pay out for the totaled vehicle. As we grabbed our numbered ticket and a place to squat on the stiff blue couch, I looked up and recognized a guy that I went to school with.

I leaned over to my mom and whispered “hey I know that guy” and motioned for her to look ahead. After looking at him, she insisted that I go greet him.

“Well, I don’t really know him that well. He was in my 4th grade class and had a horrible reputation for always picking his nose.” My mom gave me a disgusted look. (The kind that says – Zach, grow up.)

“No really… They called him boog. He spent so much time digging for treasure and storing it under his desk that other kids would pick their noses and wiped it on his stuff to help him out… At least he never had a problem with pencils sliding off of his desk!”

Well my mom is my mom… And that means that she knows me pretty well. She thought I was either making the story up, or embellishing more than usual. That is until she glanced back over to him, and her jaw dropped in unbelief.

HIS FINGER WAS CRAMMED UP HIS BREATHE HOLE!

What are the odds of that happening?! We started laughing and realized that some things never change.

Now instead of prodding me to say “hi”, she urged me to snap a picture with my phone. This would not be an easy task because the camera makes a loud “click” and flashes on every shot. As I frantically scrambled with the settings to see how to disguise my paparazzi antics, his number was called and he approached the counter.

We couldn’t help but occasionally glance over our shoulders to check him out. We waited as he periodically stuck his finger up there and swirled it around. Each time he’d do it, we’d turn back around giggling like school kids. How can he be so cool and casual about picking his nose in public?!!!

Determined to sneak a picture in (just to add validity to this story) I would discretely hold the camera  over my should and snap random images to see if I could get just the “right” shot. As fate would have it, you’ll be treated to some hard evidence: