So, the other day I was very happily riding in the back seat of a taxi all alone (there are usually three people in the back) I was enjoying my almost entire trip without any companeros in the backseat. Then we: the taxi driver, the two passengers sitting the front seat -note: i wrote and not seatseats- and myself, picked up two more passengers. One passenger was a small child and the other, the mother, a cholita, a small cholita. It's a good day when you're joined by this combo or any combo involving the adjective small: small packages, small people, small cholita bags, etc. Do note though, i did not list " small children." Explanation behind this will have to wait for another blog.
Anyway, i was completely disgusted when the mother wiped the child's nose, picked up a big booger along the way, and then after debating where to wipe it: her skirt, her child's shirt, or the seat we were sitting on, she decided to wipe it on the door handle of the car.
Yep, she did it! She wiped it on the one thing i HAVE to touch if i want to leave the car -the interior, door handle!
God was watching over me that day, b/c i was on the other side of the car and didn't have to touch that interior door handle to leave. Unfortunately, i am forever cursed with the image of that bright green booger hanging on the door handle and will wonder EVERYtime i touch the door handle of a taxi, "hmm, wonder what was on this thing today?!"
Instant hand santizer is now my best friend
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