True story (I mean really true, happened to me, not a friend of a friend):
My wife and I were walking along in the Seattle-Tacoma airport last week. A group of three young women were approaching us from behind. We couldn't help overhearing the following fragment of their conversation:
YW#1: So, how'd she pick her nose?
YW#2: I don't know, with a Q-Tip, I guess.
YW#3: Eww, gross!
YW#1: No, I mean how did she tell the doctor what she
wanted her nose to look like after the surgery?
It was very difficult for us to keep a straight face as they passed...