The tip of my nose burns
from the repeated contact of the Kleenex.
I stand to blow my horn
and everyone turns to look at me once more.
Well, I'm sorry,
I think.
Minutes later,
I am turned around in my seat
talking to old friend
about him having allergies
and me having sinuses.
The professor has a look of fake fury
on her face.
Would you two shut up?!
she raises her voice.
We're having a nasal conversation!
he fires back.
I crack up,
unable to control my laughter
about our conversation of blowing our noses
and the watering of our eyes.
We're having a nasal conversation.
One of the funniest-most meaningful
and stupid
lines I've ever heard.
One I'll never forget.
Because we were
having a nasal conversation.