So, I was out doing gas stations. Made a quick stop at a grocery store because I had a coupon for a free donut. Got glazed. Back in the car I scarfed down the donut and scurried on to my next stop. Time is money, you know. No time to loiter.
Anyway, three REVEALED audits later, as I went to leave a station, I had a little itch under my nose. Right where the nostril meets the upper lip. So I scratched lightly with a fingernail and this hunk of donut glaze falls into my lap! No, I didn't eat it.
How embarrassing. I had been interacting with staff, being all official and professional, with a gob of what must have looked like dried snot or drug residue hanging under my nose. Did I check restrooms with mirrors? Yep. Did I take vest-selfies in those mirrors? Yep. Did I ever look at my own face in those mirrors? Nope. Not once.