There is a woman in the coffee shop who has scratched at least four different parts of her body in as many minutes. She is flirting with the man beside her and I wonder if he noticed that she keeps scratching herself. Maybe she has lice, but I didn’t think adults got lice unless they were in a prison camp. I don’t think it’s fleas because her clothes don’t have any pet hair on them. He’s stopped talking to her so maybe he finally figured out that she has some kind of condition.
Now I can’t stop noticing other people scratching and touching themselves. The two Chinese women beside me are prime examples. They are speaking nothing but Chinese and one of them is very emotive with her hands, and she seems obsessed with fluffing her hair. Her friend seems to have picked up on this and has started unconsciously fluffing her hair as well. Maybe they are discussing bounce and volume, but this isn’t a commercial and they aren’t speaking English so I can’t tell.
According to one study, we humans touch our faces an average of 16 times her hour. That seems like a lot, but now that I know the number the thought of touching my face disgusts me and, of course, everything suddenly itches.