mucousal musings

 "Sometimes I get this ball of snot..." Carl started.  At the sound of "ball of snot" my attention forcefully faded as my eyes and head lowered slowly to the warm, comforting light of my smartphone.  "LISTEN!"  he shouted, as he noticed my attention shrinking away from the mention of mucous.  His voice was forceful, demanding the attention his phlegm so rightly deserved.  Startled, disgruntled, I looked up with a timid stare, dreading the gag-inducing tale he was about to tell.  "Sometimes" he continued slowly, savoring the full attention his foot-stomping outcry had garnered, "Sometimes, I get this ball of gooey yellow snot and..."