I am embarrassed to tell you this, but I will, anyway.
I have one long blond hair that grows on my chin ever so often. I know, it’s weird. Why would a woman have a chin hair? The first time I noticed it, I laughed about it and said some silly comment to Iwanski that involved the words “not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!”
Now I’m starting to get annoyed that it keeps cropping up. Why would I have one long chin hair? Why would God grace me with such a thing? Well, I guess it’s better than having several long chin hairs.
My Mom suffers from this same affliction, and I remember teasing her about it when I was younger. Maybe this is karma coming home to roost (or something like that).
Last night, while I was working late (i.e. chatting with a coworker), I noticed that the hair had grown long again. I asked her if she had a scissors, and she procured said scissors from her desk drawer for me. Then I looked at her and said,
She started laughing. Then I started laughing.
“Cut my chin hair!” I demanded. We were both cracking up. I imagine that it’s not a common favor that a woman asks another woman to do for her—but I could be wrong.
I decided to go into the bathroom and do it for myself. Just a quick snip, and it was gone. But it’ll be back. I know it will.
It serves no purpose and keeps coming back again and again. I think I’ll name it Ralph Nader.