The act of discreetly relieving an intense, unexpected itch in one’s butt while in public—most commonly at a grocery store—by sitting on the corner or edge of a chair and subtly rocking back and forth.
Often performed instinctively and without shame when no bathroom or privacy is immediately available.
“I wasn’t even halfway through the produce aisle when the itch hit, so I started worm-dogging on the café chair near the entrance.”
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)