Al's nose itched. It never itched for no reason, so it must've meant something important. Perhaps someone was scheming against him behind his back.
Yes. That must be it. Al cast the world a wary look and went to find his coffee.
As he mixed up an Extra Virgin Decaf Sugarless Irish Coffee in a tall glass, he dipped his nose in to taste the ratio of cream and proclaimed it acceptable.
After such an encounter, the brown spot on his nose was now completely covered by the white splotchy bit of thick cream he couldn't quite remove with his tongue.