Lets start from the middle

I started this blog because a man picked his nose, and then he ate it.

On Tuesday, February 21st at 7:24 AM I looked over at ‘93 Nissan Sentra Guy waiting next to me at the stoplight, saw him start to pick his nose, begged myself to turn away, couldn’t, then watched in slow-motion horror as he proceeded to eat his hardfought nasal treasure. In all my nearly 3 years of making this 2-hour door to door commute, that was possibly the grossest thing I’d ever seen… but not by much.

It was awful, and no one was there to share in the awfulness with me.

Weird crap like this happens to everyone saddled with a daily commute, no matter how you get to work or the time it takes to get there. Sometimes its seeing a guy eat a booger, other times it’s a profound thought achieved only after 60 minutes of listless staring out the train window. Either way, it makes for interesting reading.

Thus, Mike’s Commute was born.