This morning, I was standing on the pavement waiting for the traffic lights to change and standing beside me was a man in a suit holding a well dressed, beautiful looking little girl who was about nine months old.Â She had a runny nose. Â Her father searched his person for tissue but to no avail (done that). Â Then, he wiped her nose with his fingers (done that). Â Then, he looked at his snotty fingers, shrugged his shouders and wiped them on her dress (done that). Â But her nose kept running. He wiped it again with his fingers and then, absentmindedly, licked them clean (this is where I draw the line).