Dear young sir,
You are a friendly, competent, and professional young man. You have been prompt and efficient. I have no complaints.
So please forgive me for being unable to stop staring at your gigantic, oxen-style nose ring. It’s just that it’s so huge and has a big black bead in the middle. I want to look you in the eyes. I respect body piercing as a valid personal choice of adornment and expression. But lord, my eyes are drawn to this monster piece of metal that looks like the result of an industrial accident.
I am not judging you. I am not even wondering how you blow your nose — the most common question strangers asked me 15 years ago, when I, this soft middle-aged homeowner you see today, had my own nose piercing.
So please don’t mistake my inability to look at you properly as shock or repulsion. It’s just — wow — that thing is huge.