Gross Out Post of the Day

I played tennis last Saturday for the first time this season. It was a lot of fun, except for the time my opponent hit a drop shot, and I ran full speed to the net, and lunged, and made the shot, only to stumble and skid across the pavement on my knee and elbow for a few yards. Opponent then hits a winner past me.

Result: lost point, and a big gnarly scrape on my knee and elbow. Scrapes which have now become big gnarly scabs. Scabs I oddly find myself wanting to pick.

A few times today I've had to remind myself that I am an adult, and adults don't pick scabs. Or do they....?