The elusive Itch

Ever find yourself sitting there, perhaps in a Sales meeting, or a lecture, or at a fancy italian/french resturant? Of course you have, and if you haven't then go do it, seriously, MCDonalds is not a 'nice dinner out' it's just NOT.

You find yourself sitting there, quite merrily listening to whomever is talking, or perhaps you have drifted off into your own fantasy world where you are a viking, you are in a sense of mindless bliss. Nothing is wrong, with you, or the world.

Until...

You feel it, that burning sensation, it's not quite painful, but it's just far too annoying to ignore, It is known as the dreaded itch! where is this itch? It's behind your ear. 'No worries,' you think to yourself as you raise your pen to your ear and itch away at it. Your pen is a blue pen, why? Don't ask questions!

The itch disappears, and you are relieved. It's gone long enough for your mind to drift back into that dull state of bliss, why does it do this? To catch you unexpectedly again. This time, its the side of your nose. Your eye twitches as you wrinkle your nose, attempting to get rid of the itch without drawing too much attention to yourself, yet doing this just makes you look strange, and even slightly gassy. In the end you give up and scratch your nose, but the itch just jumps, next to your arm, then your leg, now your buttocks. You take a deep breath, one of annoyance and shift your weight to try to get rid of the itch.

Success!

It's gone, you're still holding your breath, waiting for it to come back, but it doesn't. Yo breathe a sigh of relief.

Once again you are sitting there, perhaps listening to your boss go over the minutes of the meeting. As you listen to these amazing tales your eyes begin to wander, and you can't help but notice the person sitting next to you pull a strange face and wrinkle his nose, you stifle a smile wondering why he has pulled such a face. He then wriggles in his chair whilst scratching his arm.

The itch, has chosen its next victim.

Your eye travels