To Pick or Not To Pick

It was the last leg of my flight home to SD from my PacNorWest outing. I sat by the window watching for my suitcase. I'd barely made the flight and was told there was a possibility my luggage wouldn't make it on time and would have to be sent on the next flight. Distracted by the girl in the process of sitting in the aisle seat, I weighed the probability of the middle seat staying vacant. Looking good. Sometime later, in an aisle across from us I noticed a cute guy. Luckily my aisle mate was quite robust so I used her as a shield for my spying. Hmm, he was looking better and better. Then it happened. He went in for the dig. I couldn't believe it. Right there in the middle of a nearly full airplane, he picked his nose. I sat back in disbelief, then I had to look again to make sure I saw what I thought I saw. Oh! Now he was on to the other side! And these weren't discreet mining ventures, no. These were full on excavations. Everybody picks, it's an unspoken given. But most people do it in privacy like a deep dark secret. My immediate thought was, he must be foreign. And that's not meant to be a 'dig' (pardon the pun) at foreigners. Through my travels I've noticed that Americans (like myself) tend to be way more uptight about bodily functions than people in other countries. I can only imagine the freedom from self-consciousness to be able to pluck away without worry. But would I still do it in public? Um, that's a resounding no.