I was standing in the produce aisle at the grocery store digging through the banana table in search of a nice, ripe bunch.
This fella comes up to me and clears his throat.
“You Evans?” he asked.
“Yep, that’s me,” I shot back. “What can I do for you?”
“You sure are fascinated with boogers,” he gruffly said. “Seems to me that you like talking about them a right smart bit.”
Well, yeah, I silently thought.