Drippy

Have you ever sat in a room for a purpose but felt far from achieveing it. That happened today. For close to two hours I was informed of procedures I will most likely never do, or assist in. The pictures were interesting but the words drifted slowly over my head and I didn't even make the attempt to grab at them. Others napped, some text, and some looked at other work. I got lost in my thoughts; "like why every morning I walk to the bus stop, get on and find a warm seat and than feel a big ball of liquid resting on the edge of my nostril waiting for the right time to achieve freedom." Generally I attempt to pull the runaway back with a powerful vacuum inhale... but to no sucess. I then check my pockets for a kleenex/napkin, which I have from my breakfast... but if I don't have it then it is to the back of my hand. (Gross... I can hear it now, but what else am I to do). I always wonder who has caught me sneaking a swipe at my nose. Usually by 30 minutes into my trip the drip has arrested and I am waiting to sardine myself onto the subway.