A young man sits down at a meeting with some friends. He spots a dirty patch on his glasses and proceeds to remove them to rub off the gunk. While he is scrubbing his lenses with his shirttail, he feels the stares of a few of his friends, as well as a tickle on the bridge of his nose. He looks up and around at his viewers and says "…I think there's something on my face…"
A friend replies, "Um…you're bleeding."
He taps the spot that tickles and examines the tip of his finger. It's red, and very so. He looks at his glasses, and notices something caught in the nosepiece. (By now, the tickling has reached his nostril.) A hair, and…something else? It was too big to be a root, and too orange—peachy orange. He began to worry, and decided to go to the bathroom. He excused himself.
On the way to the bathroom, his leg and the right side of his face began to feel cold and wet. He hurried, and the feeling grew colder. People stared.
In the bathroom, he veritably ran to the mirror. When he saw his