The
wheels started to come off right away this morning when I moved a
little slower than normal while getting ready. A little delay here, a
little delay there and I found myself in a time crunch. And that's never
a good thing.
But,
I figured I'd be OK. That I'd make up for lost time by moving a little
more quickly than usual. And that's when the wheels came off entirely.
See,
here's what happened: I was shaving. Quickly. And as I stood there in
the bathroom, whipping the razor over my face in manic, almost
jack-the-ripper-like fashion, I happened to catch a glance of something
curious in the mirror. I brought the blade to a standstill, leaned in
and, sure enough, there it was: a long, wispy hair shooting out of my
eyebrow at a crazy angle. Hmmmm. Getting older seems to produce more and
more of these.
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