You Can't Pick Who You Work With

I glanced over at a work colleague the other day, to see him rubbing his nose. You know, as people sometimes do. No biggie there. He then proceeded to have a sly pick at his nose. Hmm, ok, not sure how I feel about having witnessed that, but maybe he didn’t have a tissue. Whatever. He then looked at the finger he had used to pick his nose, and proceeded to place it in his mouth and lick what was on it. OK, ewwwwww. I’m not defending that. He’s a grown man!!! I don't even know him that well, so have no other frame of reference with which to view him, no spectacularly redeeming qualities that I know of to make up for this unsavoury habit. Now I can’t look at him in the same way and am having to stop myself from pointing at him and shouting “Pickerrrrrr!!!” Yes, this is what my work days consist of. *Sigh.*