This is one of my biggest pet peeves. It drives me crazy. Dirty old ladies are the worst for this, the bluer the hair, the worse the offender. Moms come in a distant second.
The last thing I want to do is pick up your snot covered booger catcher. After you have honked that schnoz, blasting mucus bombs from that double barreled ski ramp of your's.
I don't care if you wad them up. I don't care if you put them on a plate. I want nothing to do with this vile disease infested napkin of your's.
Go to the bathroom. Blow your nose there you inconsiderate disgusting hag. It's bad enough I had to hook the coffee up to you on an IV drip, and now you do this to me? Excuse me while I puke on you. There, we're even.
Throw away your own bio-hazard biotch.
And if you or especially your kid gets a bloody nose, you damn well better not leave those tissues at the table, or on the booth, or the floor. I catch you doing that and I might have to bloody the other nostril you haven't stuck your finger in.
And you old guys with the handkerchief in your pocket, you aren't far behind the lady pus bags. I don't want to touch your money when I see your hand go into that same pocket where you store that snot rag you haven't washed since Nixon was president. Just how many snot rockets can a single piece of cloth contain? It's a surprise that Bubonic Plague hasn't made a comeback with some of you disgusting bastards on the loose.