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Feb
5
2008
Except for That One Time in Tijuana
Our arms are full of bags, there are plastic bags hanging from our elbows, our wrists, our fingertips. We climb aboard the elevator, watch the doors close, and pause uncomfortably for a moment. I look at the buttons, at Melissa, back at the buttons. Then I lean forward and press our floor button with my nose.
I straighten back up.
“That may be the most unsanitary thing I’ve ever done.”
If you’re still in Portland, eat at Le Pigeon. Trust me on this! OR Ken’s Artisan Pizza on NE 28th, or Masu the sushi place next to Ken’s.
OK, as a fellow etsian I am totally waiting for new vintage goodness to appear in your shop.
I hope you immediately scrubbed your nose with bleach!
Don’t forget to hit Stumptown Coffee in the Pearl District!
Too, too funny.
i’m smelling another thrifting trip. may i invite you both personally to come to austin,tx for just such a trip?
I tend to use my chin because it’s bonier so it doesn’t sink into the button as much. Harder to aim, though.
lmao, do you know where your nose has actually been?
Well, you *could* have done it with your tongue…
Yeah, but I probably would have done the same thing!
I wouldn’t be too concerned unless an odour followed you out of the elevator… if that’s the dirtiest thing you’ve done there will be wings waiting for you when you arrive upstairs!
I sometimes resort to turning off light switches with my bottom lip. But only in my own flat.
At least you didn’t use your tounge… That’s probably what I would have thought of first… That or putting the bags down!
Dude, I use my nose all the damn time. One of the few advantages of having a big ol’ honker.