When I was a kid, hanging around the kitchen at dinnertime, I would occasionally hear my mom say, "Jim, could you get me a platter?" And my father would chime, "Own-lee yooouuu!"
Get it? By The Platters? Maybe you're not old enough. Anyway. To this day, I can't reach for a platter in the cupboard without hearing that refrain.
So one day recently, I'm in the car, on my way to work and stopped at a stoplight, when I glance in the rearview mirror. Suddenly, the lyrics for Cold as Ice by Foreigner are rocking in my head -- because the woman in the car behind me is picking her nose. And I'm not talking just thumbing the nostril. She's got the first digit second-knuckle-deep.
Now for as long as I can remember, the rare instances of witnessing someone cleansing their nasal cavity in this manner have caused that particular late-seventies hit to reverberate through my brain.
Why, you ask? Well, sing along with me...
You're digging for gold
Yet throwing away
A fortune in feelings
But someday you'll paaayy!
I look away as quickly as I can, but unfortunately not only does the song stick with me for the next several days but so does the image of this uncouth stranger digging for gold. And now that I have relived the incident here, I'm sure it will be several more days before I can forget it again. Hopefully it won't be that long for you.
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