I'm walking back into Mrs. O'Katy's English class in 7th grade. I'm wearing a black t-shirt with nothing on it. Or so I thought.
My friend Nick Ralls, who had been my best friend earlier for many years, had something to say to me. He said, "You have a grape on your shirt."
I looked down, and sure enough there was something on my shirt that didn't belong, only it wasn't a grape. I imagine he was thinking about the middle portion of a grape; that part that sometimes is connected to the stem when you yank it off.
I immediately wished it was a grape, realizing it was a rather large booger from my nose. I have no clue as to how long it was there, and I wondered how many people had seen it and how many people had heard of it.
To this day, I question Nick's intention in identifying the object as a "grape." I have two thoughts, though there are likely myriad possibilities.
First, he knew it was a booger. He, possibly in light of his increased acceptance in social circles, and combined with my relative social stagnancy, decided to break it to me in a way that would make me feel less embarrassed. While this seems somewhat unlikely, I've always appreciated his kindness and caring towards me in struggling times.
Second, he thought it was a grape.