The Volcano On My Ear

I have no earthly idea why I remembered this, or why I am now relating it to you, just chalk it up to me being a stupid white boy, ok.

Several years ago, late on a wintery evening, I pulled in to fill up my car with gas. As I am standing next to my car, the back of my left ear starts to hurt very badly. I reached up to see if I could feel what was causing all of the pain. I discovered that I had what was a huge zit of the white or black head variety right behind my ear where it attaches to my head. I figure the only way to make the hurendous pain stop is to squeeze it.

As I bring my thumb and index finger together around the offending boil and squeeze, I hear this sound barrier breaking noise followed by a flood of ooze that sounded like someone squeezing a ketcup bottle to hard. All at the same time I notice that my entire hand is filled with contents of what had recently filled the painful zit. I will spare you the visual, lets just say I darn near puked. Thankfully there were complimentary hand towles next to the gas pumps.

What I fail to understand is why no one ever said anything to me about it? Don't tell me that my family and friends did not see it, cause it felt huge. It must have been red with a big white head on it. At least I could have taken care of it in the comfort of my own home, instead of next to the gas pump at Quick Trip. I can understand why a strainger wouldn't want to say, "Hey, did you know you have a huge pointy boil behind your left ear?" But surely my wife or my mother or some other family member could have spoken up. What if it burst on its own all over my back at work or at church? EEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW!