Making the most of it

There could be many bright sides to the otherwise dull situation of you waiting to see a person, in a meeting that you hope would be your last with him, in one of the long, dark and needless to say, hot corridors of an obscure Goverment office that, not surprisingly for its asbestos roof, is called-Barrack 12A, in one of the obscurest of our country's states with the most indifferent people to match moving around, at 2'O clock in the afternoon with an empty stomach and without a book.

However, one of them is that, as I've discovered today, you can pick your nose as much and as long as you like without thinking much about what others are going to think about you.