The other day, on a train, I was sitting on a bank of four seats on the aisle side and there was a woman sitting diagonally opposite me, next to the window. I was reading my book when I heard the CLUNK CLUNK of a nail clipper and watched as she trimmed all her fingernails, stopping every now and then to sprinkle them in the gap between the seat and the wall.
Is this revolting or am I just sensitive?