Rolling with the Drips

Nosebleeds happen.  I probably get one once a month after trying to blow my nose with sufficient force to inflate a zeppelin but I usually have a tissue on hand for which I scramble as I use my thumb as an emergency plug.  Today while eating lunch my counterpart’s nose started bleeding.  Normally, I’d be in the midst of flailing for highly bibulous sopping paper but he merely moved his head back so the blood wouldn’t hit his chicken and instead dripped into the top of the Styrofoam tray.  Where I would have just grabbed a napkin he politely requested mine and continued the conversation otherwise while lifting his head back and pinching his nose.  Where I would have let the tissue dangle from my nostril he cut it off at the bottom of his nose with nary an indicator of the problem.

So smooth.