He was sly. The boy inside of him had always wanted to do what his mom and dad refused to let him. He'd found a mate, gotten married, and owned his own house and even a business. He had never done this one thing before now however. It was just about lunch time and he'd cleared the office of every worker. Today was the day, he smiled at his reflection. Now he was free at last to indulge his secret passion. The air was just right. He looked around to be sure he was alone. Then the fifty-year-old bussinessman dug deep into his nose and pulled out a long booger. With a goofy smile he ate it. His face grew a frown and his brow crossed in confusion. He exclaimed, "Salt! It tastes like salt?"
Disappointed, he turned to his mom's picture on his desk. "Damn it ma, you told me never to eat my own boogers, or anyone else's for that matter. Do they all taste like salt?"
