Sniffle symphonies

ok. It's time for another pet peeve, people who refuse to blow their noses. It's something I just don't understand. I was in Bikram class again today, and a guy three mats over, was sniffling, I'd say, at a rate of once per 10 seconds. It took him about 45 minutes of this, before he decided to blow his nose. But, why? I hate sniffling, hate it! I don't understand how someone can tolerate sniffling for an extended period of time. Seems weird to me.

The buses in Ottawa tend to be musically accompanied through the winter with what I lovingly refer to as - sniffle symphonies. Not only does the high pitch of the noise grate on me, but it just makes you feel claustrophobic and contained in a small space with a tonne of illness... Or, maybe it's just me. I have to say walking to work for most of the winter due to bus strike was actually a welcome relief from this phenomena. :)

Tonight, I will be baking for hubbie's deathbowl tournament this weekend. What, you may ask is a deathbowl. My easy answer would be that you really don't want to know.

But, if you do, see here: http://rubli.ca/deathbowl/

Namaste.