So, I’m standing in Wendy’s waiting in line. At the cashier in front on me is a mom who has her attention divided between trying to pay and watching her daughter back at the table.
All of the sudden she startles me with a yell, “No Ma’am! I do not want to drink from a straw that’s been up your nose.”
While the mental image was amusing unto itself, I can only guess what other recent activities had escaped her attention in the past.