it really was...

You know when you get something sticky on your finger...

and you jokingly say ew it's probably a booger
(or maybe I'm the only one who says that).

Well tonight, it was a booger.

A legit booger.

And it wasn't my booger.

I wish it had been my booger.

If it had been my booger,

it would have been a little easier to handle.

I would have even taken Tyler's booger.

But it was a stranger's booger.

Hanging out on my finger like it owned it.

Want to know how it got there?

Tonight I had an insane craving for cotton candy.

So I went in search for some.

I didn't think it would be hard to find

because I usually see it everywhere.

My dad also asked me to look for a single hole punch

(that sounds random but I promise it is extremely significant).

First I checked Family Dollar, and had no luck.

Then Foodlion, no luck.

A gas station, no luck.

And finally Rite Aid......

they didn't' have cotton candy either,

but they did have my dad's hole punch.

So I took it up to the counter,

the cashier rang it up,

I paid for it,

she handed me the bag and receipt,

I started walking out to my car,

I moved the receipt from my right hand to my left hand,

and...

right in the middle of my right pointer finger pad,

was the biggest not-my-booger I have ever seen in my life.

I was a million percent positive it wasn't mine.

And the only other person who had touched the receipt was the cashier.

and if you do the math...

a+b= IT WAS HER BOOGER

on my finger.

I wanted to vomit.

I wanted to walk back into Rite Aid and tell her I had something that was hers.
I wanted to tell her that I didn't pay for HER booger.

But instead,
since I am a blogger...

and I wanted proof to go with my story

I got in the car,

snapped some pictures,

 wiped the booger back onto the receipt,

got out of the car,

ran across the parkinglot,

into Foodlion's vestibule,

and wiped my hands down with 10 of their sanitizing cart wipes.

The employees stared at me like I was a weirdo.

Probably because my face was frozen in this expression:

 If they only knew the level of horror I had just encountered.

If they only knew...

Are you hoping I forgot about the pictures I took?

Well I didn't.
(you're welcome)

I can't even tell you how many times I gagged while taking these pictures.
I also can't tell you how many times I have washed my hands since I got home.

I'm still gagging.
Stupid hole punch.
And I still don't have cotton candy.

I hope you have a fabulous day!

and by fabulous,

I mean I hope you don't get any not-your-boogers on your finger.