About ten days ago I was sitting at my desk and noticed one of my least favorite things. A chin hair. Throughout the day I noticed that I just kept touching it more and more. It was barely visible, but I knew it was there. We used to have tweezers at work for emergency situations like this, but someone took them home with them one weekend and they never came back. I emailed my best friend to tell her that I had decided after 32 years to maybe invest in a nice pair of tweezers for myself. I have some at home, I actually have some in my car, but both pairs are just the cheap kind you grab standing in line in a CVS one day as kind of an afterthought. This time I wanted nice ones. They needed to be cute. I emailed about how I was looking at tweezers online while stroking this one chin hair, and how I imagined myself looking like an evil movie villain stroking their beard, plotting to take over the world and saying muahahahaha whilst doing so. You know, an evil villain with hot pink tweezers.
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