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Friday, March 25, 2011

If thy right hand offendeth thee

Cut it off. Or in the case of that tiny whisker, pull it out by the roots. The danged little thing was worthy of an international torture report. Enough so that I interrupted a meeting called by a VP to not find tweezers or scissors. Instead, I waited until the drive home and a very long stoplight. Yes, the world is safe again.

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The Crow said...

That, sir, is a twig, not a hair. Ouch!

Jim Penny said...

Twig or hair, it was growing from just under my little pug nose, curling back to tickle said nose, driving me to complete distraction, not that many would notice that state in me.