<human>: Luckily I get up at 4:45am for work and leave home for the office at 05:15am, there are little to no cars on the road at this time. 

So there I was, casually driving down the road when I had a slight tickle under the tip of my nose, as I went to scratch it, I felt the sticky residue latch onto my finger. (Its worth making a point that I was smoking a cigarette at this time so I didn't really have a hand free so try and remove this new burden from my life). 

The window was already down so I thought that if I leave my finger out the window it might harden and fall off, it felt good, so i pulled my hand in but it had just blown and rolled around to the other side of my finger. I couldn't flick it off and I certainly wasn't going to wipe it off only to find it another day, hidden under the seat. 

That is when I realized that I had lapsed in concentration and the round-a-bout was fast approaching, by which I mean, already approached. I flew straight across, thought I was OK and was then immediately confronted with roadworks... just like in the movies, traffic cones departed their current position and it didn't fare too well in the end. Luckily no damage to the car!

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<bot>: I itched my nose, got a bogey stuck on my finger and crashed into some roadworks trying to get it off.