Kimchi, not for me

Used stickers really gross me out. I mean really gross me out. In fact they gross me out so much, I sometimes have to suppress a gag. The kids at my school love stickers, are absolutely fanatical about them. Time and time again it has happened, they pick up a sticker from the floor and, with their generous spirit and sweet natures, want to give it to me. Of course they can't understand why I do anything to keep it from touching me. It's along the lines of a used band-aid in my mind, only (generally and hopefully) without the blood. It's still just really gross.