Now that I really didn't need to see.

Yesterday at Costco, I witnessed visual proof as to why I don't like shaking hands with strangers when walking into church.

While the Tall One waited for his pizza and hot dog combo to come up, behind him was a white, pasty dude with the moobs and fantastically bad tattoos.  I watched in horror as he stuck his hand into the back of his shorts and scratched the upper half of his buttcrack with the back of his hand.  For like 5 strokes at least.  And this was in the Costco food court on the Friday of a holiday weekend- it was packed!!!  Nobody works in south Orange County on a Friday anyway, but on a holiday Friday?!?  That place was crawling with people and ill-mannered and undisciplined children.  Just wrongness.

And then he put that arm and hand around his chick, and ordered fat food.  I just stood there frozen.  If I could say "Ew" in 73 different languages I'd have done it right there.

Dry heave, dry heave.