It snot (sorry, couldn't resist) my place to judge the diggers.
(And, yes, that's Gerry Butler)
Which reminds me ...
I distinctly recall driving with The Husband when we first started dating.
I'm sitting in the passenger seat, gazing at the people in the other cars.
We passed a guy digging for nuggets.
He was in deep.
Up to the second nuckle.
I turned to The Husband (then, The Boyfriend) and asked:
"Why do guys pick their noses in the car?"
Meaning, why do they do it in public?
Do they think the car window provides some sort of invisibility shield?
They watch too much sci-fi if you ask me.
The Husband doesn't miss a beat and replies, very seriously:
"Because their wives won't let them do it at home."