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Jan. 14th, 2003 01:42 amOk, so I get on a Millenium line SkyTrain at Columbia, around 11.40pm Monday night. There are two other people in the car, a middle-aged asian female at one end, and a middle-aged male caucasian, seemingly white collar worker on the other. I'm sitting in the middle, minding my own business, reading a novel, absent-mindedly picking my nose and eating it like I do sometimes.
Just as that car comes into Sapperton station, the male stands up, moves toward the door and starts ranting at me about "how utterly disgusting picking my nose and eating it in a public place is". I tell him it is my right to do what I want, as it isn't doing anything to him. He responds with, "Fuck you man! FUCK YOU!" and gives me the finger. I return the gesture as he gets off the train which has now pulled into the station.
I believe I am right. If you find my personal behaviors off-putting, then don't look at me. I certianly didn't ask you to look at me, let alone criticize my behavior.
I don't do it in crowded place as it does make some people directly around me distinctly uncomfortable, but that is mainly because of the bio-hazardous nature of the material on my finger before I eat it.
Just as that car comes into Sapperton station, the male stands up, moves toward the door and starts ranting at me about "how utterly disgusting picking my nose and eating it in a public place is". I tell him it is my right to do what I want, as it isn't doing anything to him. He responds with, "Fuck you man! FUCK YOU!" and gives me the finger. I return the gesture as he gets off the train which has now pulled into the station.
I believe I am right. If you find my personal behaviors off-putting, then don't look at me. I certianly didn't ask you to look at me, let alone criticize my behavior.
I don't do it in crowded place as it does make some people directly around me distinctly uncomfortable, but that is mainly because of the bio-hazardous nature of the material on my finger before I eat it.