You know how you're at the bus stop for awhile and finally the bus comes and you politely wait for the girl in front of you to step onto the bus and then you get on and, in this case, get your usual seat. (3rd forward-facing seat from the back on the left) Then you set your bag down on the seat next to you and take a deep breath and relax a little. Then you remember how your nose has been itching and you reach up to scratch it a little and rub and then you find that thing. You know, the thing that's probably been hangin there awhile cause it practically fell onto your finger and you don't have a tissue so you flick it under the seat in front of you. Discreetly. Maybe. And then your mind starts racing and you get paranoid and think, hmmm... that guy on the street back there was looking at me kinda funny. Wasn't he? I'm sure he was. I'm sure it's cause my nose had a, well, you know. And what about that one girl on the corner? I think she was lookin at me too. And it becomes such a thing and you think you'll never get over it. 6 minutes later you've completely forgotten about it. Or HAVE you?