At the moment I am sitting on my stoop, in the sun. It's 70 in January. What? And all of a sudden I hear this snap, snap, snap sound. I recognize it, but don't want to look in utter disgust. My next door neighbor is sitting on his stoop, in the middle of broad daylight, clipping his toenails. Toenails! Now, I have don't a lot of things some people might consider gross. Like leave no trace behind when camping in the middle of the woods, or followed the 10 second rule with a piece of toast I didn't have time to remake because I was running late. But this?! Oh no. This is wrong on so many levels.
It's the middle of the day. People are walking by. Everyone knows how far clipped nails have a tendency to fly. How would he like it if he was walking by someone's porch and a nail landed in his soda?
Or I guess I just appreciate this for what it is. Just another awesome quirk of The Mission.