Trapped for two hours down at the Department of Vital Records yesterday. That was fun. And by fun I mean...not fun.
Anyways, lady across from me while I was waiting pulled out a pair of tweezers and started working on her beard hairs.
I guess it gave her something to do (tweeze) and also me something to do (watch in morbid fascination.)
I'm not sure if I was more impressed at her lack of giving even a single shit that she was sitting there in front of God and everyone pulling out her beard hairs in a crowded public place, or the fact that she was doing this without a mirror.
No mirror, tweezers right there at the ready, and the ability to do it without looking. This seems to be a skill she has honed through serious practice.
Impressive.
Anyways, lady across from me while I was waiting pulled out a pair of tweezers and started working on her beard hairs.
I guess it gave her something to do (tweeze) and also me something to do (watch in morbid fascination.)
I'm not sure if I was more impressed at her lack of giving even a single shit that she was sitting there in front of God and everyone pulling out her beard hairs in a crowded public place, or the fact that she was doing this without a mirror.
No mirror, tweezers right there at the ready, and the ability to do it without looking. This seems to be a skill she has honed through serious practice.
Impressive.
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