Ouch. Poor girl is right. I remember attending a regular class lecture at university one day: it was a second or third year class, and therefore small (there were five or six of us) so we all sat at the front, within a meter or so of the professor. On this particular day, the professor had perhaps rushed his grooming routine a little bit, because it soon became apparent that he had a very noticeable … ahem … nasal hair dangling well out of one nostril. I remember that I ended up alternately staring at this strange novelty (it wiggled when he spoke) and trying my best NOT to look at it, and wondering if I should discretely try to alert him to his predicament. (It sounds pretty silly in retrospect.) Anyway, I don’t think I heard a word he said that morning. Strange day.
Similar clip from a few years back on CityNews Toronto……