For the Turnstyles

who are you?!Driving down the highway on the way to Subway.
Stop at a traffic light, car pulls up in the next lane.
Look over.
Father and son.
Son with a fushia pink bush of spiked hair.
Picking his nose.
Picking and eating.
Eating and picking.
We’re watching.
Dad goes to itch his nose, and starts digging in himself. Never once do they glance over ot make sure no one’s looking.
Light turns green.

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