i was driving the car, minding my own business, locked into traffic hypnosis, when keaton said, you just picked your nose.
i said, no! no! it wasn’t a pick! it was a simple thumb nostril check!
she said, it was a pick. i know a pick when i see a pick.
i said, look, you’re making a big nose pick misdiagnosis here. it was a little thumb nostril check. it wasn’t a pick. an index finger is a pick. it was my thumb. it was a nostril check, not a pick.
she asked, well did you find anything on the check?
i said, a little. it was a dry flake.
then she asked, well is it still there?
i said, no. it broke loose. could be anywhere now.
she said, then it was a pick. if it stayed, it was a check. but it’s gone. so it’s a pick. that’s all there is to it.
then i thought, boy do i need an appellate court and i need it now!