I love the consistency of my snot rockets

On days like today, when a light breeze can bring tears to your eyes, the chill climbs up your nose and does some kind of scientific stuff to make you create more boogers. Probably something to do with the body's self-defense system. Inexorably, this accumulation of boogers must be evacuated. Preferably not when I'm riding behind you. That's happened, and let me tell you, I didn't appreciate the consistency of that guy's snot rocket. Loose and unpredictable, like buckshot or a pack of Rutgers sorority girls. Today, however, at least in my case, the rockets were well formed and condensed. A precisely aimed nose bullet to the maw of the Williamsburg bridge. Satisfying.