Went to Target tonight for a few grocery items and when I looked up at the lady who was checking my groceries, I noticed that she had a mustache. Not a faint one, but one that had clearly been shaved and grown back.

I couldn’t take my eyes off it as I tried to make conversation with her. Why wouldn’t she avail herself of the miracles of modern pharmaceuticals?

Does she ever look in the mirror and say, “Hey, I really need to take care of that stubble…” Does her husband ever move in for a kiss and pull back afraid of whisker burn?

I pondered these and other questions all the way home including imagining a full blown home scenario where she lives with a bunch of cats, no mirrors and most certainly no razors.

Its almost 11pm and Im still thinking about this. When she was interviewed for the job, did the self important assistant to the assistant to the regional manager of target who spoke with her find himself distracted beyond reason over the hirsuteness of their future clerk named Amy?